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    Miraculous Creatures

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    There are marten cats and badgers and foxes in the Enchanted Woods,
    but there are of a certainty mightier creatures, and the lake hides
    what neither net nor fine can take. These creatures are of the race of
    the white stag that flits in and out of the tales of Arthur, and of the
    evil pig that slew Diarmuid where Ben Bulben mixes with the sea wind.
    They are the wizard creatures of hope and fear, they are of them that
    fly and of them that follow among the thickets that are about the Gates
    of Death. A man I know remembers that his father was one night in the
    wood Of Inchy, "where the lads of Gort used to be stealing rods. He was
    sitting by the wall, and the dog beside him, and he heard something
    come running from Owbawn Weir, and he could see nothing, but the sound
    of its feet on the ground was like the sound of the feet of a deer. And
    when it passed him, the dog got between him and the wall and scratched
    at it there as if it was afraid, but still he could see nothing but
    only hear the sound of hoofs. So when it was passed he turned and came
    away home. Another time," the man says, "my father told me he was in a
    boat out on the lake with two or three men from Gort, and one of them
    had an eel-spear, and he thrust it into the water, and it hit
    something, and the man fainted and they had to carry him out of the
    boat to land, and when he came to himself he said that what he struck
    was like a calf, but whatever it was, it was not fish!" A friend of
    mine is convinced that these terrible creatures, so common in lakes,
    were set there in old times by subtle enchanters to watch over the
    gates of wisdom. He thinks that if we sent our spirits down into the
    water we would make them of one substance with strange moods Of ecstasy
    and power, and go out it may be to the conquest of the world. We would,
    however, he believes, have first to outface and perhaps overthrow
    strange images full of a more powerful life than if they were really
    alive. It may be that we shall look at them without fear when we have
    endured the last adventure, that is death.

    1902.
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