One day when the heavy white fog-banks hung over Ben Bulbin and its neighbours, and there was a weird almost-twilight at midday over the purple heather bog-lands at  their base, and the rain was falling, I [Evans-Wentz] sat with my friend  before a comfortable fire of fragrant turf in his cottage and  heard about the ‘gentry’: ‘When I was a young man [late nineteenth century?]  I often used to go out in the mountains over there (point-  ing out of the window in their direction) to fish for trout, or to hunt; and it was in January on a cold, dry day while  carrying my gun that I and a friend with me, as we were  walking around Ben Bulbin, saw one of the gentry for the  first time. I knew who it was, for I had heard the gentry  described ever since I could remember; and this one was  dressed in blue with a head-dress adorned with what seemed  to be frills. When he came up to us, he said to me in a sweet  and silvery voice, ‘The seldomer you come to this mountain the better. A young lady here wants to take you away.’  Then he told us not to fire off our guns, because the gentry  dislike being disturbed by the noise. And he seemed to be  like a soldier of the gentry on guard. As we were leaving  the mountains, he told us not to look back, and we didn’t.  Another time I was alone trout-fishing in nearly the  same region when I heard a voice say, ‘It is bare-footed and fishing.’ Then there came a whistle like music  and a noise like the beating of a drum, and soon one of the  gentry came and talked with me for half an hour. He said,  ‘Your mother will die in eleven months, and do not let her  die unanointed.’ And she did die within eleven months.  As he was going away he warned me, ‘You must be in the  house before sunset. Do not delay! Do not delay! They  can do nothing to you until I get back in the castle.’ As I  found out afterwards, he was going to take me, but hesitated because he did not want to leave my mother alone. After these warnings I was always afraid to go to the mountains, but  lately I have been told I could go if I took a friend with me.’ (Evans-Wentz, 45-46)