farmer, named Connor, once missed two fine cows from his herd, and no
tale or tidings could be heard of them anywhere. So he thought he would
set out on a search throughout the country; and he took a stout blackthorn
stick in his hand, and went his way All day he travelled miles and miles,
but never a sign of the cattle. And the evening began to grow very dark
and he was wearied and hungry, and no place near to rest in; for he was
in the midst of a bleak and desolate heath, with never a habitation at
all in sight except a long, low, rude shelling, like the den of a robber
or a wild beast. But a gleam of light came from a chink between the boards,
and Connor took heart and went up and knocked at the door. It was opened
at once by a tall thin grey-haired old man, with keen dark eyes.
in, he said, you are welcome. We have been waiting for you.
This is my wife, and he brought him over to the hearth, where was
seated an old thin, grey woman, with long sharp teeth and terrible glittering
are welcome, she said. We have been waiting for youit
is time for supper. Sit down and eat with us.