John Campbell, a tailor, who lived in Glengarriffe, worked at his trade near Cushendall, and one Hallow-eve night, before going home, he purchased some apples in the village, and tied them up in his handkerchief. It was a stormy wet night, and when he reached Glensmaw he met a funeral partv of wee folk coming towards him. He was so surprised that he stood on one side to let them pass. When they came up to where he was they halted, and one said to the other, ‘Who will carry the corpse?’ The other said, ‘Who but Johnnie Campbell.’ The coffin was strapped on his back, and they led him across the country, and going through a thicket of shrubs his handkerchief was torn, and he lost his apples. At iast they came to an old burying-place, called Kill-na-derc, ‘the dark burying-place.’ One fairy said, ‘Who will dig the grave?’ another replied, ‘Who but Johnnie Campbell.’ They gave him a spade and shovel, and set him to work, and when the grave was dug they measured it. One said, ‘Who will go in?’ another replied, ‘Who but Johnnie Campbell,’ and he cried out, ‘Am I to be buried alive after having gone through so much hardship tonight?’ When he looked round, the funeral party had disappeared with the coffin, and he was standing opposite an open grave. Brenan 62