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ast year, in giving the young ones a volume of English Fairy Tales,my difficulty was one of collection. This time, in offering themspecimens of the rich folk-fancy of the Celts of these islands, mytrouble has rather been one of selection. Ireland began to collect herfolk-tales almost as early as any country in Europe, and Croker hasfound a whole school of successors in Carleton, Griffin, Kennedy,Curtin, and Douglas Hyde. Scotland had the great name of Campbell, andhas still efficient followers in MacDougall, MacInnes, Carmichael,MacLeod, and Campbell of Tiree. Gallant little Wales has no name torank alongside these; in this department the Cymru have shown lessvigour than the Gaedhel. Perhaps the Eisteddfod, by offering prizesfor the collection of Welsh folk-tales, may remove this inferiority.Meanwhile Wales must be content to be somewhat scantily representedamong the Fairy Tales of the Celts, while the extinct Cornish tonguehas only contributed one tale.

In making my selection I have chiefly tried to make the storiescharacteristic. It would have been easy, especially from Kennedy, to[vi]have made up a volume entirely filled with "Grimm's Goblins" laCeltique. But one can have too much even of that very good thing, andI have therefore avoided as far as possible the more familiar"formul" of folk-tale literature. To do this I had to withdraw fromthe English-speaking Pale both in Scotland and Ireland, and I laiddown the rule to include only tales that have been taken down fromCeltic peasants ignorant of English.

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Having laid down the rule, I immediately proceeded to break it. Thesuccess of a fairy book, I am convinced, depends on the due admixtureof the comic and the romantic: Grimm and Asbjrnsen knew the secret,and they alone. But the Celtic peasant who speaks Gaelic takes thepleasure of telling tales somewhat sadly: so far as he has beenprinted and translated, I found him, to my surprise, conspicuouslylacking in humour. For the comic relief of this volume I havetherefore had to turn mainly to the Irish peasant of the Pale; andwhat richer source could I draw from?

For the more romantic tales I have depended on the Gaelic, and, as Iknow about as much of Gaelic as an Irish Nationalist M.P., I have hadto depend on translators. But I have felt myself more at liberty thanthe translators themselves, who have generally been over-literal, inchanging, excising, or modifying the original. I have even gonefurther. In order that the tales should be characteristically Celtic,I have paid more particular attention to tales that are to be found on[vii]both sides of the North Channel. In re-telling them I have had noscruple in interpolating now and then a Scotch incident into an Irishvariant of the same story, or vice vers. Where the translatorsappealed to English folk-lorists and scholars, I am trying to attractEnglish children. They translated; I endeavoured to transfer. Inshort, I have tried to put myself into the position of an ollamh orsheenachie familiar with both forms of Gaelic, and anxious to puthis stories in the best way to attract English children. I trust Ishall be forgiven by Celtic scholars for the changes I have had tomake to effect this end.

The stories collected in this volume are longer and more detailed thanthe English ones I brought together last Christmas. The romantic onesare certainly more romantic, and the comic ones perhaps more comic,though there may be room for a difference of opinion on this latterpoint. This superiority of the Celtic folk-tales is due as much to theconditions under which they have been collected, as to any innatesuperiority of the folk-imagination. The folk-tale in England is inthe last stages of exhaustion. The Celtic folk-tales have beencollected while the practice of story-telling is still in full vigour,though there is every sign that its term of life is already numbered.The more the reason why they should be collected and put on recordwhile there is yet time. On the whole, the industry of the collectorsof Celtic folk-lore is to be commended, as may be seen from the surveyof it I have prefixed to the Notes and References at the end of thevolume. Among these, I[viii] would call attention to the study of thelegend of Beth Gellert, the origin of which, I believe, I havesettled.

One characteristic of the Celtic folk-tale I have endeavoured torepresent in my selection, because it is nearly unique at the presentday in Europe. Nowhere else is there so large and consistent a body oforal tradition about the national and mythical heroes as amongst theGaels. Only the byline, or hero-songs of Russia, equal in extent theamount of knowledge about the heroes of the past that still existsamong the Gaelic-speaking peasantry of Scotland and Ireland. And theIrish tales and ballads have this peculiarity, that some of them havebeen extant, and can be traced for well nigh a thousand years. I haveselected as a specimen of this class the Story of Deirdre, collectedamong the Scotch peasantry a few years ago, into which I have beenable to insert a passage taken from an Irish vellum of the twelfthcentury. I could have more than filled this volume with similar oraltraditions about Finn (the Fingal of Macpherson's "Ossian"). But thestory of Finn, as told by the[ix] Gaelic peasantry of to-day, deserves avolume by itself, while the adventures of the Ultonian hero,Cuchulain, could easily fill another.

I have endeavoured to include in this volume the best and most typicalstories told by the chief masters of the Celtic folk-tale, Campbell,Kennedy, Hyde, and Curtin, and to these I have added the best talesscattered elsewhere. By this means I hope I have put together avolume, containing both the best, and the best known folk-tales of theCelts. I have only been enabled to do this by the courtesy of thosewho owned the copyright of these stories. Lady Wilde has kindlygranted me the use of her effective version of "The Horned Women"; andI have specially to thank Messrs. Macmillan for right to use Kennedy'sLegendary Fictions, and Messrs. Sampson Low & Co., for the use ofMr. Curtin's Tales.

In making my selection, and in all doubtful points of treatment, Ihave had resource to the wide knowledge of my friend Mr. Alfred Nuttin all branches of Celtic folk-lore. If this volume does anything torepresent to English children the vision and colour, the magic andcharm, of the Celtic folk-imagination, this is due in large measure tothe care with which Mr. Nutt has watched its inception and progress.With him by my side I could venture into regions where the non-Celtwanders at his own risk.

Lastly, I have again to rejoice in the co-operation of my friend, Mr.J. D. Batten, in giving form to the creations of the folk-fancy. Hehas endeavoured in his illustrations to retain as much as possible ofCeltic[x] ornamentation; for all details of Celtic archology he hasauthority. Yet both he and I have striven to give Celtic things asthey appear to, and attract, the English mind, rather than attempt thehopeless task of representing them as they are to Celts. The fate ofthe Celt in the British Empire bids fair to resemble that of theGreeks among the Romans. "They went forth to battle, but they alwaysfell," yet the captive Celt has enslaved his captor in the realm ofimagination. The present volume attempts to begin the pleasantcaptivity from the earliest years. If it could succeed in giving acommon fund of imaginative wealth to the Celtic and the Saxon childrenof these isles, it might do more for a true union of hearts than allyour politics.

"I come from the Plains of the Ever Living," she said, "there where isneither death nor sin. There we keep holiday alway, nor need we helpfrom any in our joy. And in all our pleasure we have no strife. Andbecause we have our homes in the round green hills, men call us theHill Folk."

Then the maiden answered, "Connla speaks to a young, fair maid, whomneither death nor old age[2] awaits. I love Connla, and now I call himaway to the Plain of Pleasure, Moy Mell, where Boadag is king for aye,nor has there been sorrow or complaint in that land since he held thekingship. Oh, come with me, Connla of the Fiery Hair, ruddy as thedawn, with thy tawny skin. A fairy crown awaits thee to grace thycomely face and royal form. Come, and never shall thy comeliness fade,nor thy youth, till the last awful day of judgment."

"O Coran of the many spells," he said, "and of the cunning magic, Icall upon thy aid. A task is upon me too great for all my skill andwit, greater than any laid upon me since I seized the kingship. Amaiden unseen has met us, and by her power would take from me my dear,my comely son. If thou help not, he will be taken from thy king bywoman's wiles and witchery."

Then Coran the Druid stood forth and chanted his spells towards thespot where the maiden's voice had been heard. And none heard her voiceagain, nor could Connla see her longer. Only as she vanished beforethe Druid's mighty spell, she threw an apple to Connla.

For a whole month from that day Connla would take nothing, either toeat or to drink, save only from that apple. But as he ate it grewagain and always kept whole. And all the while there grew within him amighty yearning and longing after the maiden he had seen.[3]

"'Tis a glorious place, forsooth, that Connla holds among shortlivedmortals awaiting the day of death. But now the folk of life, theever-living ones, beg and bid thee come to Moy Mell, the Plain ofPleasure, for they have learnt to know thee, seeing thee in thy homeamong thy dear ones."

Then the maiden said: "O mighty Conn, Fighter of a Hundred Fights, theDruid's power is little loved; it has little honour in the mightyland, peopled with so many of the upright. When the Law comes, it willdo away with the Druid's magic spells that issue from the lips of thefalse black demon."

Then Conn the king observed that since the coming of the maiden Connlahis son spoke to none that spake to him. So Conn of the Hundred Fightssaid to him, "Is it to thy mind what the woman says, my son?"

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