"Thim wor the times fur the Pookas too, fur they had power over thim that wint forth afther night, axceptin’ it was on an arriant av marcy they were. But sorra a sinner that hadn’t been to his juty reglar ’ud iver see the light av day agin afther meetin’ a Pooka thin, for the baste ’ud aither kick him to shmithereens where he stud, or lift him on his back wid his teeth an’ jump into the say wid him, thin dive, lavin’ him to dhrownd, or shpring over a clift wid him an’ tumble him to the bottom a bleedin’ corpse. But wasn’t there the howls av joy whin a Pooka ’ud catch a sinner unbeknownst, an’ fetch him on the Corkschrew wan o’ the nights Satan was there. Och, God defind us, phat a sight it was. They made a ring wid the corpse-candles, while the witches tore him limb from limb, an’ the fiends drunk his blood in red-hot iron noggins wid shrieks o’ laughter to smother his schreams, an’ the Pookas jumped on his body an’ thrampled it into the ground, an’ the timpest ’ud whishle a chune, an’ the mountains about ’ud kape time, an’ the Pookas, an’ witches, an’ sper’ts av avil, an’ corpse-candles, an’ bodies o’ the dead, an’ divils, ’ud all jig together round the rock where owld Belzebub ’ud set shmilin’, as fur to say he’d ax no betther divarshun. God’s presince be wid us, it makes me crape to think av it. "Well, as I was afther sayin’, in the time av King Bryan, the Pookas done a dale o’ harrum, but as thim that they murthered wor dhrunken bastes that wor in the shebeens in the day an’ in the ditch be night, an’ wasn’t missed whin the Pookas tuk them, the King paid no attintion, an’ small blame to him that ’s. "But wan night, the queen’s babby fell ill, an’ the king says to his man, says he, ’Here, Riley, get you up an’ on the white mare an’ go fur the docther.’ "’Musha thin,’ says Riley, an’ the king’s counthry house was in the break o’ the hills, so Riley ’ud pass the rath an’ the Corkschrew on the way afther the docther; ’Musha thin,’ says he, aisey and on the quiet, ’it’s mesilf that doesn’t want that same job.’ "So he says to the king, ’Won’t it do in the mornin’?’ "’It will not,’ says the king to him. ’Up, ye lazy beggar, atin’ me bread, an’ the life lavin’ me child.’ "So he wint, wid great shlowness, tuk the white mare, an’ aff, an’ that was the last seen o’ him or the mare aither, fur the Pooka tuk ’em. Sorra a taste av a lie’s in it, for thim that said they seen him in Cork two days afther, thrading aff the white mare, was desaved be the sper’ts, that made it seem to be him whin it wasn’t that they’ve a thrick o’ doin’. "Well, the babby got well agin, bekase the docther didn’t get there, so the king left botherin’ afther it and begun to wondher about Riley an’ the white mare, and sarched fur thim but didn’t find thim. An’ thin he knewn that they was gone entirely, bekase, ye see, the Pooka didn’t lave as much as a hair o’ the mare’s tail.