OISIN’S MOTHER (IRISH FAIRY TALES) by James Stephens

CHAPTER I EVENING was drawing nigh, and the Fianna-Finn had decided to hunt no more that day. The hounds were whistled to heel, and a sober, homeward march began. For men will walk soberly in the evening, however they go in the day, and dogs will take the mood from their masters. They were pacing … Continue reading OISIN’S MOTHER (IRISH FAIRY TALES) by James Stephens