Sheelah having satisfied herself that everything calculated to save her darling from the small-pox was done, felt considerably relieved, and hoped that whoever might be infected, Phelim would escape. On the morning when the last journey to the river had been completed, she despatched him home with the halters. Phelim, however, wended his way to a little hazel copse, below the house, where he deliberately twined the halters together, and erected a swing-swang, with which he amused himself till hunger brought him to his dinner. “Phelim, you idle thief, what kep you away till now?” “Oh; mudher, mudher, gi' me a piece o' arran? (* bread.) “Why, here's the praties done for your dinner. What kep you?” “Oh, be gorra, it's well you ever seen me at all, so it is!” “Why,” said his father, “what happened you?” “Oh, bedad, a terrible thing all out. As I was crassin' Dunroe Hill, I thramped on hungry grass. First, I didn't know what kem over me, I got so wake; an' every step I wint, 'twas waker an' waker I was growin', till at long last, down I dhrops, an' couldn't move hand or fut. I dunna how long I lay there, so I don't; but anyhow, who should be _sthreelin_' acrass the hill, but an old _baccagh_. “'My _bouchaleen dhas_,' says he--'my beautiful boy,' says he--'you're in a bad state I find. You've thramped upon Dunroe _hungry grass_, an' only for somethin' it's a _prabeen_ you'd be, afore ever you'd see home. Can you spake at all?' says he. “'Oh, murdher,' says I,' I b'lieve not.' “'Well here,' says the baccagh, 'open your purty gub, an' take in a thrifle of this male, an' you'll soon be stout enough.' Well, to be sure, it bates the world! I had hardly tasted the male, whin I found myself as well as ever; bekase you know, mudher, that's the cure for it. 'Now,' says the baccagh, 'this is the spot the fairies planted their hungry grass, an' so you'll know it agin when you see it. What's your name?' says he. “'Phelim O'Toole,' says I. “'Well,' says he, 'go home an' tell your father an' mother to offer up a prayer to St. Phelim, your namesake, in regard that only for him you'd be a corp before any relief would a come near you; or, at any rate, wid the fairies.'”