There is at least one spot in the world whereFairies are still believed in, and where, if you look in the rightplaces, they may still be found, and that is the little island fromwhich these stories come—Ellan Vannin, the Isle of Mann. But Ihave used a word which should not be mentioned here—they arenever called Fairies by the Manx, but Themselves, or the Little People,or the Little Fellows, or the Little Ones, or sometimes even theLil’ Boys. These Little People are not the tiny creatures withwings who flutter about in many English Fairy tales, but they are smallpersons from two to three feet in height, otherwise very like mortals.They wear red caps and green jackets and are very fond ofhunting—indeed they are most often seen on [iv]horseback followed by packs of little houndsof all the colours of the rainbow. They are rather inclined to bemischievous and spiteful, and that is why they are called by such goodnames, in case they should be listening!

Besides these red-capped Little Fellows there are othermore alarming folk. There is the Fynoderee, who is large, ugly, hairyand enormously strong, but not so bad as he looks, for often he helpson the farm during the night by thrashing corn. He does not like to beseen, so if a farmer wants work done by him, he must take care to keepout of the Fynoderee’s way. Then, far uglier than Fynoderee, arethe Bugganes, who are horrible and cruel creatures. They can appear inany shape they please—as ogres with huge heads and great fieryeyes, or without any heads at all; as small dogs who grow larger andlarger as you watch them until they are larger than elephants, whenperhaps they turn into the shape of men or disappear into nothing; ashorned monsters or anything they choose. Each [v]Buggane has his own particulard

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