Samhain and the Fairy Folk
October 1998 E-Zine Issue
by Treasa © 1998
The word, "Samhain," (pronounced: "sowin"), is derived from a compound of two ancient Gaelic words, "sam," which was an old word for "Samrad," or "Summer," and "fuin," an ancient word for "end," referring to the "end" of Summer. he word, "Samhain," (pronounced: "sowin"), is derived from a compound of two ancient Gaelic words, "sam," which was an old word for "Samrad," or "Summer," and "fuin," an ancient word for "end," referring to the "end" of Summer. The word, "Samhain," (pronounced: "sowin"), is derived from a compound of two ancient Gaelic words, "sam," which was an old word for "Samrad," or "Summer," and "fuin," an ancient word for "end," referring to the "end" of Summer.
The Irish divided the year into two partsSummer from the 1st of May until the 1st of November, and Winter from 1st November to the 1st of May. Samhain marked the beginning of Winter, and was celebrated by one of the most important of all the Irish festivals, the "Feis-Temrach," or "convention of Tara."
Besides being the time of Tara's important festival, Samhain Eve, the night before the 1st of November, (today's "Halloween"), was special since the Celts believed that all entrances into the Otherworld opened. This meant the fairy folk and other "immortals" might roam the earth as they pleased on this special night. Only the very brave ventured out of their homes on Samhain Eve for fear of meeting one of these supernatural beings.
Who are the fairies? Some Irish people have called them "fallen angels who were not good enough to be saved nor bad enough to be lost." The ancient Irish Book of Armagh calls them, "the gods of the earth." Some Irish historians have suggested that they are based upon memories of the ancient heroes and heroines of the DeDanann people who once ruled Ireland but who were overthrown by the Milesians around 1000 B.C.
They are known to be somewhat touchy and easily offended so that it is recommended you not speak much about them at all. If you must speak of them, you may use their Gaelic nickname, "daoine maithe,"which in English means, "the good people."
It is through the old Irish folk tales that we come to know the fairies best. We are told that the fairy folk are not always small in stature. Everything is capricious about them, even their size. They take whatever size or shape pleases them. Their favorite occupations are feasting, fighting, making love, and playing hauntingly beautiful music. It is said that some people who have heard the fairies sing have pined away and died, for love of that singing. But there are other stories, like the one told about Carolan, the last of the Irish bards, who slept on a fairy hill, and used the fairy tunes he heard in his head ever afterwards as an endless source of material for his music.
The most industrious of the fairies are the leprechauns who are shoemakers. Some say the fairies have need of the leprechauns' shoemaking abilities because they wear out their shoes with dancing. Yeats, the great Irish author, tells us of a woman who lived among the fairies for seven years. When she came home, she had no toesshe had danced them off!
Since the Irish folk tales are such a abundant source of information concerning the fairy folk, I have attached just one of the many tales regarding them. This story is interesting to me also in the way it clearly illustrates the easy co-existence of the Catholic Church side-by-side with the more ancient pagan mythology of beings such as the fairies described here. I hope you enjoy it as much as I.
THE PRIEST'S SUPPER
By T. Crofton Croker
It is said by those who ought to understand such things, that the good people, or the fairies, are some of the angels who were turned out of heaven, and who landed on their feet in this world, while the rest of their companions, who had more sin to sink them, went down farther to a worse place. Be this as it may, there was a merry troop of fairies, dancing and playing all manner of wild pranks, on a bright moonlit evening towards the end of October. The scene of their merriment was not far distant from Inchegeela, in the west of the county Corka poor village, although it had a barrack for soldiers; but great mountains and barren rocks, like those round about it, are enough to strike poverty into any place: however as the fairies can have everything they want for wishing, poverty does not trouble them much, and all their care is to seek out unfrequented nooks and places where it is not likely anyone will come to spoil their sport.
On a nice green sod by the river's side were the little fellows dancing in a ring as gaily as may be, with their red caps wagging about at every bound in the moonshine, and so light were these bounds that the lobs of dew although they trembled under their feet, were not disturbed by their capering. Thus did they carry on their gambols, spinning round and round, and twirling and bobbing and diving, and going through all manner of figures, until one of them chirped out,
"Cease, cease with your drumming,
Here's an end to our mumming;
By my smell
I can tell
A priest this way is coming!"
And away every one of the fairies scampered off as hard as they could, concealing themselves under the green leaves of the lusmore, where, if their little red caps should happen to peep out, they would only look like its crimson bells; and more hid themselves at the shady side of stones and brambles, and others under the bank of the river, and in holes and crannies of one kind or another.
The fairy speaker was not mistaken; for along the road, which was within view of the river, came Father Horrigan on his pony, thinking to himself that as it was so late he would make an end of his journey at the first cabin he came to.
According to his determination, he stopped at the dwelling of Dermod Leary, lifted the latch and entered with "My blessing on all here."
I need not say that Father Horrigan was a welcome guest wherever he went, for no man was more pious or better beloved in his country. Now it was a great trouble to Dermod that he had nothing to offer his reverence for supper as a relish to the potatoes, which "the old woman," for so Dermod called his wife, though she was not much past twenty, had down boiling in a pot over the fire; he thought of the net which he had set in the river, but as it had been there only a short time, the chances were against his finding a fish in it. "No matter," thought Dermod, "there can be no harm in stepping down to try; and maybe, as I want fish for the priest's supper, that one will be there before me."
Down to the river-side went Dermod, and he found in the net as fine a salmon as ever jumped in the bright waters of "the spreading Lee;" but as he was going to take it out, the net was pulled from him, he could not tell how or by whom, and away got the salmon, and went swimming along with the current as gaily as if nothing had happened.
Dermod looked sorrowfully at the wake which the fish had left upon the water, shining like a line of silver in the moonlight, and then, with an angry motion of his right hand, and a stamp of his foot, gave vent to his feelings by muttering, "May bitter bad luck attend you night and day for a blackguard schemer of a salmon, wherever you go! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, if there's any shame in you, to give me the slip in this fashion! And I'm clear in my own mind you'll come to no good, for some kind of evil thing or other helped youdid I not feel it pull the net against me as strong as the devil himself?"
"That's not true for you," says one of the little fairies who had scampered off at the approach of the priest, coming up to Dermod Leary with a whole throng of companions at his heels; "there was only a dozen and a half of us pulling against you."
Dermod gazed on the tiny speaker with wonder, who continued, "Make yourself noways uneasy about the priest's supper, for if you will go back and ask him one question from us, there will be as fine a supper as ever was put on a table spread out before him in less than no time."
"I'll have nothing at all to do with you," replied Dermod in a tone of determination; and after a pause he added, "I'm much obliged for your offer, sir, but I know better than to sell myself to you, or the like of you, for a supper; and more than that, I know Father Horrigan has more regard for my soul than to wish me to pledge it for ever, out of regard to anything you could put before himso there's an end of the matter."
The little speaker, with a pertinacity not to be repulsed by Dermod's manner, continued, "Will you ask the priest one civil question for us?"
Dermod considered for some time, and he was right in doing so, but he thought that no one could come to harm out of asking a civil question. "I see no objection to do that same, gentlemen," said Dermod; "but I will have nothing in life to do with your suppermind that."
"Then," said the little speaking fairy, whilst the rest came crowding after him from all parts, "go and ask Father Horrigan whether our souls will be saved at the last time, like the souls of good Christians; and if you wish us well, bring us back word what he says without delay."
Away went Dermod to his cabin, where he found the potatoes thrown out on the table, and his good woman handing the biggest of them all, a beautiful laughing red apple, smoking like a hard-ridden horse on a frosty night, over to Father Horrigan.
"Please your reverence," said Dermod, after some hesitation, "may I make bold to ask your honour one question?"
"What may that be?" said Father Horrigan.
"Why, then begging your reverence's pardon for my freedom, it is: If the souls of the good people are to be saved on the last day?"
"Who bid you ask me that question, Leary?" said the priest, fixing his eyes upon him very sternly, which Dermod could not stand before at all.
"I'll tell no lies about the matter, and nothing in life but the truth," said Dermod. "It was the good people themselves who sent me to ask the question, and there they are in thousands on the bank of the river, waiting for me to go back with the answer."
"Go back by all means," said the priest, "and tell them, if they want to know, to come here to me themselves, and I'll answer that or any other question they are pleased to ask with the greatest pleasure in life."
Dermod accordingly returned to the fairies, who came swarming round about him to hear what the priest had said in reply; and Dermod spoke out among them like a bold man as he was: but when they heard they must go to the priest, away they fled, some here and more there, and some this way and more that, whisking by poor Dermod so fast and in such numbers that he was quite bewildered.
When he came to himself, which was not for a long time, back he went to his cabin, and ate his dry potatoes along with Father Horrigan, who made quite light of the thing; but Dermod could not help thinking it a mighty hard case that his reverence, whose words had the power to banish Fairies at such a rate, should have no sort of relish to his supper, and that the fine salmon he had in the net should have been got away from him in such a manner.
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