<> Ferg027 Conary Linen Hall Library 1880 Linen Hall Library Saturday, March 12, 2016 TIFF Ferg027 Manuscript Mankind, Child, Overthrown English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg027 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg027_2.jpg LHL Archive ´╗┐Then Conall Carnach, who, at door and door, Swift as a shuttle from a weaver's hand, Divided help, cried, " King, our friends are lost Unless another sally succour them ! " " Take then thy troop," said Conary ; " and thou Red-capp'd companion, see thou play a strain So loud our comrades straying in the dark May hear and join you." " Evil pipes are theirs. Trust not these pipers. I am but a child," Said Ferflath ; " but I know they are not men Of mankind, and will pipe you all to harm." " Peace, little prince," said Conall. " Trust in me : I shall but make one circuit of the house. And presently be with thee ; come, my men, Give me the Brierin Conaill, and my spear, And sound CuchuUin's onset for the breach." And issuing, as a jet of smoke and flame Bursts from a fresh replenished furnace mouth, He and his cohort sallied : they within Heard the concussion and the spreading shock Through thick opposing legions overthrown, As, under hatches, men on shipboard hear The dashing and the tumbling waves without. Half round the house ; no more : clamour and scream Grew fainter in the distance ; and the hosts Gazed on each other with misgiving eyes. And reckoned who were left : alack, but few ! Text