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I 7° WEST HIGHLAND TALES.
year in every one of them, and which kind woiildst
thou rather choose ? "
" It is on shore I used always to be, and it is not
on sea ; and I will take some on shore," said Fionn.
They went into one of them. There was a door
opposite to every day in the year on the house ; every
sort of drink and meat withiii it. They sat on chairs ;
they caught every man hold of a fork and of a knife.
They gave a glance from them, and what should they
see in the " araicli" (great half- ruined building), but
not a hole open but frozen rime. They gave them-
selves that lift to rise. The chairs stuck to the earth.
They themselves stuck to the chairs. Their hands
stuck to the knives, and there was no way of rising out
of that.
It was day about that Fiachaire MacFhinn and
Innsridh MacEigh nan Sealg were going to keep the
chase, and Diarmid O'Diubhne and Conan were going
on the other day. On their returning back, what
should they hear but a blow of the hammer of Fionn
being struck in Lochlainn.
" If he has wandered the universe and the world,
my foster-father is in pledge of his body and soul."
Fiachaire MacFhinn and Innsridh MacRigh nan
Sealg went from Eirinn, and they reached Lochlainn.
" Who is that without on the burgh ? "
" I am," said Fiachaire MacFhinn and Innsridh
MacEigh nan Sealg.
" Who is there on the place of combat ? "
" There are two hundred score of the Greugachaibh
Greeks come out and great Iall at their head coming
to seek my head to be his at his great meal to-morrow."
Fiachaire MacFhinn and Innsridh MacEigh nan
Sealg went and they reached the place of combat.
" Where are ye going ? " said Fiachaire MacFhinn.