Page:Irish Fairy Tales (Stephens).djvu/41

This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.

V

THE STORY OF TUAN MAC CAIRILL

17

and hurtling to the earth in monstrous clots of foam; the very rocks came trundling and sidling and grinding among the trees; and in that rage, and in that horror of blackness, I fell asleep, or I was beaten into slumber."

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.