[{"node":{"title":"Ferg027","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg027","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Mankind, Child, Overthrown","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg027","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg027_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffThen Conall Carnach, who, at door and door,\nSwift as a shuttle from a weaver's hand,\nDivided help, cried, \n\n\" King, our friends are lost\nUnless another sally succour them ! \"\n\" Take then thy troop,\" said Conary ; \" and thou\nRed-capp'd companion, see thou play a strain\nSo loud our comrades straying in the dark\nMay hear and join you.\"\n\" Evil pipes are theirs.\nTrust not these pipers. I am but a child,\"\nSaid Ferflath ; \" but I know they are not men\nOf mankind, and will pipe you all to harm.\"\n\" Peace, little prince,\" said Conall. \" Trust in me :\nI shall but make one circuit of the house.\nAnd presently be with thee ; come, my men,\nGive me the Brierin Conaill, and my spear,\nAnd sound CuchuUin's onset for the breach.\"\nAnd issuing, as a jet of smoke and flame\nBursts from a fresh replenished furnace mouth,\nHe and his cohort sallied : they within\nHeard the concussion and the spreading shock\nThrough thick opposing legions overthrown,\nAs, under hatches, men on shipboard hear\nThe dashing and the tumbling waves without.\nHalf round the house ; no more : clamour and scream\nGrew fainter in the distance ; and the hosts\nGazed on each other with misgiving eyes.\nAnd reckoned who were left : alack, but few ! \n","Type":"Text"}}]