The following day proved that no charm could protect Phelim from the small-pox.  Every symptom of that disease became quite evident; and the grief of his doting parents amounted to distraction.  Neither of them could be declared perfectly sane; they knew not how to proceed—­what regimen to adopt for him, nor what remedies to use.  A week elapsed, but each succeeding day found him in a more dangerous state.  At length, by the advice of some of the neighbors, an old crone, called “Sonsy Mary,” was called in to administer relief through the medium of certain powers which were thought to be derived from something holy and also supernatural.  She brought a mysterious bottle, of which he was to take every third spoonful, three times a day; it was to be administered by the hand of a young girl of virgin innocence, who was also to breathe three times down his throat, holding his nostrils closed with her fingers.  The father and mother were to repeat a certain number of prayers; to promise against swearing, and to kiss the hearth-stone nine times—­the one turned north, and the other south.  All these ceremonies were performed with care, but Phelim’s malady appeared to set them at defiance; and the old crone would have lost her character in consequence, were it not that Larry, on the day of the cure, after having promised not to swear, let fly an oath at a hen, whose cackling disturbed Phelim.  This saved her character, and threw Larry and Sheelah into fresh despair.

They had nothing now for it but the “fairy man,” to whom, despite the awful mystery of his character, they resolved to apply rather than see their only son taken from them for ever.  Larry proceeded without delay to the wise man’s residence, after putting a small phial of holy water in his pocket to protect himself from fairy influence.  The house in which this person lived was admirably in accordance with his mysterious character.  One gable of it was formed by the mound of a fairy Rath, against the cabin, which stood endwise; within a mile there was no other building; the country around it was a sheep-walk, green, and beautifully interspersed with two or three solitary glens, in one of which might be seen a cave that was said to communicate under ground with the rath.  A ridge of high-Peaked mountains ran above it, whose evening shadow, in consequence of their form, fell down on each side of the rath, without obscuring its precincts.  It lay south; and, such was the power of superstition, that during summer, the district in which it stood was thought to be covered with a light decidedly supernatural.  In spring, it was the first to be in verdure, and in autumn the last.  Nay, in winter itself, the rath and the adjoining valleys never ceased to be green, these circumstances were not attributed to the nature of the soil, to its southern situation, nor to the fact of its being pasture land; but simply to the power of the fairies, who were supposed to keep its verdure fresh for their own revels.