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Title: Heroes of the dawn
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Russell, Violet Elvery, Beatrice
Subjects: Legends -- Ireland
Publisher: New York : The Macmillan Co. London (etc.) Maunsel & Co., Ltd.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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d, that ever Icame to Ireland, for now I am as a tree blastedand distorted by lightning; henceforth I shallbe the mock and scorn of people wherever I go. I think, Gael, it will be better for you toboard your ship and cease lamenting over thetrouble you have brought on yourself, theCarle said, taking Gael by the arm, and begin-ning to lead him to the shore. Then heturned round to Fionn, and continued : Letneither you nor your men come with me,Fionn : I will return in a little while. He walked over the hill-top and down thewinding path to the shore with Gael, andwading into deep water placed Gael on thedeck. Then a little wind blew from the land,the vessel began to move and the sails filledout, gleaming like dim silver in the gatheringtwilight. The Carle watched it until it dis-appeared in the darkness, then he sighed alittle, as one sighs over the foolishness or ignor-ance of others—and sometimes over ones own—and turned away from the shore. During the Carles absence the Fians made
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COMING OF THE CA11LE 185 preparations for a great banquet, to celebratehis victory over the Prince of Thessaly.Their arrangements were almost completedwhen the sound of a sweet, far-off music camefloating over the hill-top towards them. Soentrancing was the melody that the Fiansceased their occupations; ceased, too, theirlaughter and conversation, and gazed at thehillside, wondering if the folk of the Tuathade Danann who had chosen it for a home inancient days were coming forth again. The music drew nearer, and still theylistened, while the deer and wild boar roasteduntended by the fires. Then on the hill-topa strange and wonderful man appeared, withmany-coloured lights shining around him, andover his head two waving rays of light, likethe wings of a golden bird. In his hand heheld a branch covered with blossoms likesilver bells, and as he moved these swayedand touched each other, filling the air with asweet, delicate music, and, so it seemed to theFians, with singing also. Nearer and

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