Kitabı oxu: «Shaun O'Day of Ireland», səhifə 2
CHAPTER II
SHAUNEEN AND THE LEPRECHAUN
"Can you not catch the tiny clamor,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Leprechaun ringing shrill
As he busily plies his trade?"
– W. B. Yeats
We have been speaking of the fairies and how they love Ireland.
The fairies are divided into tribes just the way Ireland itself is divided into many districts, counties, and provinces.
There are many tribes of fairies, and these tribes are all quite different from one another.
There are those who dress like the flowers; and those that change themselves into various shapes. There are evil fairies and solitary fairies.
You must always call them the "Good People," for they are easily offended.
But if you believe in them and leave a bit of milk for them upon the window sill, they will bring luck and happiness to you.
Now the fairy that we are going to meet in this story is called the leprechaun, or fairy shoemaker. We are going to meet him, because if it had not been for him, there would be no story at all.
The fairy shoemaker sits under a toadstool making tiny shoes. The word "leprechaun" comes from two Irish words meaning "one shoe." The reason he bears this name is because he is always working upon one shoe.
The leprechaun is quick and mysterious. He is also mischievous. And one of his great pranks is stealing wee boys away.
He steals wee Irish boys away from their homes because they do work so well. He makes them work for himself – this mischief-making fairy!
He will not bother with wee girls.
"Wee girls are not so strong as wee boys," says he.
So when you meet Shaun O'Day, you must not be surprised to find him wearing a petticoat! You must not be surprised, because it is the fault of the leprechaun.
You see, Shaun O'Day lived in a very western part of Ireland, in Connemara, where fairies abound.
And in the village where he lived, the boys were all dressed in red petticoats! They were dressed in red flannel petticoats until they reached a tall and manly age.
This was many years ago. And though they would not tell you why they wore those petticoats, I am telling you 'twas because of the leprechauns.
Every wee boy's mother feared the leprechaun. And so she dressed her boy in the dress of the girl to trick that sly creature.
Boys were needed badly by the human folk. Why should the fairy folk be taking them away?
Shaun had a good, kind father. He was a fisherman. Shaun's mother was dead.
But Shaun and his father lived happily enough until one day Shaun's father married again.
He married a woman who had four sons. Grown-up boys they were, and lazy.
Like the Queen in the story of Conn-eda, this woman was unkind. Little love had she for Shaun, and she made him work hard.
Poor little lad! He was very young when he had to labor like a full grown man, while the sons of his stepmother rested or played.
Shaun was always called Shauneen by his father, who loved him dearly. "Shauneen" means "little Shaun." "Een" is the Irish for "little."
"Oh, Shauneen, lad," said the father, one night after his return from sea, "'tis tired you look, and worn. Faith! Can the school work be so hard?"
Shaun did not tell his father that the wicked stepmother had kept him from school that day. He did not tell his father that she had made him walk upon an errand, miles and miles away. He did not say that she had beaten him when he returned.
Shaun was often tempted to tell these things to his good, kind father. But he feared to cause the poor man sorrow.
"Sure, and 'twould be a pity to cause him grief, and he so good," the lad had often thought to himself. "And I can bear it all, for have I not himself to love me?"
Shauneen was a brave boy and felt that to whimper to his father would be weak.
He was a sturdy little lad. His hair was Irish red and his cheeks were bright and rosy from the damp, rainy wind. He was strong and manly.
He hated the red petticoat he was forced to wear. Often he had thought of putting on the clothing of a real boy.
But always in his heart, as in the hearts of other village boys, there was the fear of the leprechaun!
And if he were stolen away, what would his dear father do? His dear father, who loved him!
It was only because of his father that Shauneen did not give himself to the fairies.
He would not have been afraid of the fairies.
He would have liked them to take him away. They could not be so cruel as his stepmother.
Sometimes Shaun's stepmother made him mind her baby. He had to carry it upon his back. Many of the village boys did this sort of thing, and so it was not the disgrace that it would be in a present-day city.
He often went down to the shore.
To-day as he approached the shore, he met a friend. This friend was a girl, the daughter of a neighbor. Her name was Eileen. But Shauneen did not call her that.
She was his little schoolgirl sweetheart, and he called her Dawn. He called her Dawn because he told her that she was the dawn of day to him.
"Some day," he said, "'tis myself, Shaun O'Day, will marry you. Then you will be in truth my Dawn O'Day."
To-day they looked out across the great ocean and dreamed of a new world out there. They dreamed of America.
And Shaun said, "When I am tall and strong, I shall take you in a ship to America. Och, we'll be after building a houseen in the New Island!"
The New Island was their Irish name for America.
It was a rainy day, but they did not notice it. Rain is nothing to Irish children. And as they talked together on the shore in the drizzling rain, they heard a strange cry.
Louder grew the cry, and suddenly they saw men and women running toward the shore. They heard the women wailing. They heard the tramp, tramp of men's heavy boots.
Shaun stood up, with the baby on his back. He shaded his eyes and looked.
The girl stood, too. She gave a low cry.
"Och, Shauneen!" she moaned. "'Tis a fishing boat has been wrecked! Och, the poor wives and children of the men 'twere in it!"
And she moaned and rocked back and forth.
The waters made a roaring sound. The sky was leaden gray. The men were working, pulling in the wreck of the boat.
Shaun gave the baby to Eileen. Then the boy in his red petticoat started to run.
His feet were bare, but he could skim over those rough rocks like a wild animal. His feet never had known shoes.
His ruddy face had gone white. He reached the group of working men and moaning women. Then he fell upon his face, and a great sob came from his heart.
Among the lost men was his own father!
CHAPTER III
COME AWAY
"Come away, O human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand."
– W. B. Yeats
The sea had taken away Shaun's only loved one.
Shaun O'Day stood upon the banks of the little lake near his village. He stared out across the blue Irish lake. That morning his stepmother had beaten him.
It was several months since the sea accident had taken his father from him. It was several sad, cruel months to the boy Shaun.
If it had not been for his little Dawn O'Day, Shaun would have run away. He would have run and run – anywhere to get away from this life of hard work and cruelty.
But he did not want to leave little Dawn O'Day. She pleaded with him to stay. She was afraid of the fairies.
To-day he stood beside the lake, and he had a bundle by his side. It was a bulky bundle. He had worked hard all that morning. He had helped the men burn kelp.
Kelp is seaweed. The people burn it and make iodine from what is left of it. Kelp burning is an important occupation in western Ireland.
Shaun had worked hard. His little rough hands burned. His little sturdy body ached. He was hungry.
He had gone home and, seeing the family at dinner, he had helped himself to potatoes.
His stepmother had cried, "Begob, and did I tell you to serve yourself? Are you, indeed, the King himself?"
With that, she had beaten him.
Now Shaun stood upon the shore of that blue Irish lake near his village. He had taken a suit of clothes belonging to one of his stepbrothers. A suit of boy's clothes it was.
He would put it on. He would stand by the lake and call to the leprechauns to take him away. He would work for the leprechauns. Yes, willingly would he work and toil for the fairy folk!
He started to undo the paper in which he had wrapped the clothing. He heard a sound and looked up. Eileen was standing before him. It was his little Dawn O'Day.
"Shauneen, och, Shauneen!" she cried. "What is it you are about to do? And why do you look that way?"
Shaun did not answer. He took her hand. They sat together on the bank of the lake.
"Faith, speak to me, Shauneen!" cried the girl, the tears starting to her eyes. "Speak and tell me that you are not after calling the lep – "
She stopped suddenly. One should not talk about them. They are easily offended.
Shaun kept looking out across the lake, but he held the hand of his little sweetheart. At last he spoke.
"Sure, I am leaving you, Dawn O'Day," he said.
As she started to cry out, he held up his hand and said, "No; do not cry, for I cannot stay. But do not fear that I shall forget you. The dream we made together shall come true. I'll be coming back to you. For there's not a faireen like you in all the world, at all."
Dawn O'Day began to cry.
She sobbed, "Och, don't be after leaving me! Don't be after going to them. Och, 'tis themselves will be keeping you, and never will Dawn O'Day see you again!"
Shaun laughed and stroked her little hand.
"Troth, do not fret, mavourneen," he said. "Sure, you know well I'll be writing to you, and never will I forget you, my Dawn O'Day."
The little girl knew that it was useless to say more. The boy stood up, and she stood, too. They looked into each other's blue eyes.
And then Eileen ran as fast as she could. She ran away from her little friend and sobbed as she ran. She thought she should never again see her Shauneen.
The boy quickly changed his clothing. He tied a large rock to the red petticoat and threw it into the lake. He stood there in the garments of a boy.
He held out his arms and cried, "Come, leprechauns! Sure, I'm ready to go with you!"
There was no fear in his heart. Any other boy in that village would have trembled at doing such a thing. But other boys were contented at home.
Other boys had mothers and fathers and good homes. They did not want to be stolen away. Shauneen was not afraid.
He stood and called as he stood. He was straight and strong. He would make a splendid helper for a shoemaker. Why did the fairy shoemakers not come and take him? He stood there until dusk. Then he grew tired and lay down to sleep. He slept long. It was early dawn when he awoke.
He stood once more and called out, "I am ready to go. Come, leprechauns, come!"
But not a one came. And the lad was puzzled.
Now Shaun was keen. He was one who thought and planned. He did not intend to go back to his stepmother.
He began to wonder whether the tale of the leprechauns was true. Had anyone ever really seen one? Only old Patch, the village shoemaker, and he was half-witted.
But no one had been with Patch when he had seen the leprechaun. No one ever had seen the fairies; but they all believed. They believed so much that they were in daily dread of them.
They left milk upon window sills and made charms to keep the fairies from doing evil. They dressed their boys in red petticoats.
But Shaun would never again wear a red petticoat. He would never again return to his stepmother.
Even if the fairies did not steal him, he would never return. He would go somewhere. Perhaps to the "New Island" – America! As he was thinking these thoughts, he found himself walking toward the shore. There was a weak light in the sky. The rugged shore was blue in the haze of dawn.
The boy could see a boat. Men were hauling things and making ready to set off for somewhere. Shaun was quick, and before he knew what he had done he had slid into the boat.
He crouched upon the bottom, under a seat. He made himself as small as a bundle of rags.
He lay very still. He felt the boat leave the shore and he heard the men talking and singing. The water rolled the boat about, and sometimes the spray came in and wet the men.
But Shaun was dry and warm under the seat. He hardly breathed.
