One evening a young man who was serving his time as a weaver was
walking home late from Douglas to Glen Meay. He had often been boasting
that he had never seen any of the Little People. Well, this night
he was coming along the St. John's Road, and when he got near to the
river a big, big bull stood across the road before him. He took his
stick and gave it one big knock. It went into the river and he never
saw it any more.
After that, when he got to the Parson's Bridge, he met a little thing
just like a spinning wheel and there was a little, little body sitting
where the spool is. Well, he lifted his stick again and struck the
little body that was sitting on the spool a hard knock with his
stick. The little body said to him:
'Ny jean shen arragh!' which means, 'Don't do that again!'
He walked on then till he got to Glen Meay and told what he had
seen in a house there. Then another man said he had seen the little
old woman sitting on the top of the spool of the spinning wheel and
coming down Raby Hill at dark. So it took her a long time, for the
first man met her at six and the second at eleven, and there isn't
two miles between the two places.
So they were saying, when the cycles came in, that the Little People
had been before them! And this is a true story.