A man, living in the island of Rathlin, one evening went to a well near his house, to get water to boil potatoes. His wife was suffering from rheumatic pains at the time. When he had placed the pot with the potatoes on the fire he went out again, and met a party of fairies carrying what he supposed to be a coffin. One of the wee folk, divining what he was thinking of, spoke about an herb that grew in Bona Margy church-yard that was good for pains. The man asked the fairy to show him the place where it grew. ‘Come along with us,’ they said, and they transported him to the place (six miles to the mainland). He gathered some of the herbs, and was home again in so short a time, that his wife had not missed him. Brenan 60