The friend who heard about Maive and the hazel-stick went to the workhouse another day. She found the old people cold and wretched, “like flies in winter,” she said; but they fot the cold when they began to talk. A man had just left them who had played cards in a rath with the people of faery, who had played “very fair”; and one old man had seen an ented black pig one night, and there were two old people my friend had heard quarrelling as to whether Raftery or Callanan was the better poet. One had said of Raftery, “He was a big man, and his songs have gohrough the whole world. I remember him well. He had a voice like the wind”; but the other was certain “that you would stand in the snow to listen to Callanan.” Presently an old man began to tell my friend a story, and all listened delightedly, bursting into laughter now and then. The story, which I am going to tell just as it was told, was one of those old rambling moralless tales, which are the ……（内容加载失败！）
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