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He was hard at work in putting a thatched roof on a hut which he had built. A few minutes later, as the mist rose and the breezes blew, the farmer could see no house, but only the ripplings of water on the lake's surface. Although he went fishing often, he never again saw anything unusual, during the whole summer. On one hot day in the early autumn, while he stopped to let his horse drink, he looked and saw a very lovely face on the water. HE WAS HARD AT WORK IN PUTTING A THATCHED ROOF ON A HUT WHICH HE HAD BUILT A FEW MINUTES LATER AS THE MIST ROSE AND THE BREEZES BLEW THE FARMER COULD SEE NO HOUSE BUT ONLY THE RIPPLINGS OF WATER ON THE LAKE'S SURFACE ALTHOUGH HE WENT FISHING OFTEN HE NEVER AGAIN SAW ANYTHING UNUSUAL DURING THE WHOLE SUMMER ON ONE HOT DAY IN THE EARLY AUTUMN WHILE HE STOPPED TO LET HIS HORSE DRINK HE LOOKED AND SAW A VERY LOVELY FACE ON THE WATER
, who have traveled in many fairy lands, have often noticed and told our friends, the little folks, and that is this: All the fairies we ever knew are very slow to change either their opinions, or their ways, or their fashions. Like many mortals, they think a great deal of their own notions. They imagine that the only way to do a thing is in that which they say is the right one. So it came to pass that even when the Cymric folk gave up wearing the skins of animals, and put on pretty clothes woven on a loom, and ate out of dishes, instead of clam shells, there were still some fairies that kept to the notions and fashions of the cave days. To one of these, came trouble because of this failing. Now there was once a pretty nymph, who lived in the Red Lake, to which a young and handsome farmer used to come to catch fish. One misty day, when the lad could see only a few feet before him, a wind cleared the air and blew away the fog. Then he saw near him a little old man, standing on a ladder.  THERE IS ONE THING THAT WE WHO HAVE TRAVELLED IN MANY FAIRY LANDS HAVE OFTEN NOTICED AND TOLD OUR FRIENDS THE LITTLE FOLKS AND THAT IS THIS ALL THE FAIRIES WE EVER KNEW ARE VERY SLOW TO CHANGE EITHER THEIR OPINIONS OR THEIR WAYS OR THEIR FASHIONS LIKE MANY MORTALS THEY THINK A GREAT DEAL OF THEIR OWN NOTIONS THEY IMAGINE THAT THE ONLY WAY TO DO A THING IS IN THAT WHICH THEY SAY IS THE RIGHT ONE SO IT CAME TO PASS THAT EVEN WHEN THE CUMRICH FOLK GAVE UP WEARING THE SKINS OF ANIMALS AND PUT ON PRETTY CLOTHES WOVEN ON A LOOM AND ATE OUT OF DISHES INSTEAD OF CLAM SHELLS THERE WERE STILL SOME FAIRIES THAT KEPT THE NOTIONS AND FASHIONS OF THE CAVE DAYS TO ONE OF THESE CAME TROUBLE BECAUSE OF THIS FAILING NOW THERE WAS ONCE A PRETTY NYMPH WHO LIVED IN THE RED LAKE TO WHICH A YOUNG AND HANDSOME FARMER USED TO COME TO CATCH FISH ONE MISTY DAY WHEN THE LAD COULD SEE ONLY A FEW FEET BEFORE HIM A WIND CLEARED THE AIR AND BLEW AWAY THE FOG THEN HE SAW NEAR HIM A LITTLE OLD MAN STANDING ON A LADDER
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