ughing and weeping, marching or
dancing, his wicked mind was full of thoughts as to how he should get at
the fairy treasure.

At last, when he got close to the Gump, the music ceased, and suddenly,
with a loud crashing noise which nearly scared the old man out of his
senses, the whole hill seemed to open as if by magic, and in one instant
every spot was lighted up. Thousands of little lights of all colours
gleamed everywhere, silver stars twinkled and sparkled on every
furze-bush, tiny lamps hung from every blade of grass. It was a more
lovely sight than one ever sees nowadays, more lovely than any pantomime
one has ever seen or ever will see. Then, out from the open hill marched
troops of little Spriggans.

Spriggans, you must know, are the Small People who live in rocks and
stones, and cromlechs, the most mischievous, thievish little creatures
that ever lived, and woe betide anyone who meddles with their
dwelling-places.

Well, first came all those Spriggans, then a large band of musicians
followed by troops of soldiers, each troop carrying a beautiful banner,
which waved and streamed out as though a brisk breeze were blowing,
whereas in reality there was not a breath of wind stirring.

These hosts of Little People quickly took up their places in perfect order
all about the Gump, and, though they appeared quite unconscious of his
presence, a great number formed a ring all round the old man. He was
greatly amazed, but, "Never mind," he thought, "they are such little
whipper-snappers I can easily squash them with my foot if they try on any
May-games with me."

As soon as the musicians, the Spriggans, and the soldiers had arranged
themselves, out came a lot of servants carrying most lovely gold and
silver vessels, goblets, too, cut out of single rubies, and diamonds, and
emeralds, and every kind of precious stone. Then came others bearing rich
meats and pastry, luscious fruits and preserves, everything, in fact, that
one could think of that was dainty and appetizing. Each servant placed
his burden on the tables in its proper place, then silently retired.

Can you not imagine how the glorious scene dazzled the old man, and how
his eyes glistened, and his fingers itched to grab at some of the
wonderful things and carry them off? He knew that even one only of those
flashing goblets would make him rich for ever.

He was just thinking that nowhere in the world could there be a more
beautiful sight, when, lo and