cap,
And white owl's feather!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home--
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

High on the hilltop
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray,
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.

They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow;
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.

By the craggy hillside,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees,
For pleasure here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.

Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men.
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!

THE ADVENTURES OF THE LITTLE FIELD MOUSE

Once upon a time, there was a little brown Field Mouse; and one day he
was out in the fields to see what he could see. He was running along
in the grass, poking his nose into everything and looking with his two
eyes all about, when he saw a smooth, shiny acorn, lying in the grass.
It was such a fine shiny little acorn that he thought he would take it
home with him; so he put out his paw to touch it, but the little acorn
rolled away from him. He ran after it, but it kept rolling on, just
ahead of him, till it came to a place where a big oak-tree had its
roots spread all over the ground. Then it rolled under a big round
root.

Little Mr. Field Mouse ran to the root and poked his nose under after
the acorn, and there he saw a small round hole in the ground. He
slipped through and saw some stairs going down into the earth. The
acorn was rolling down, with a soft tapping sound, ahead of him, so
down he went too. Down, down, down, rolled the acorn, and down, down,
down, w