The Story of the Pig-Trough by Anonymous
In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for a
farmer's son. He got £80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother was
loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed him
from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of it.
"Mother," he said, "the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want to be
off, and see the world."
The regiment was quartered in Edinboro', and Hughes married the daughter
of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son, as
hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his wife
were billeted on a pork-butcher's family in Dublin. One day, the mother of
the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the fairies.
"Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and they
played and sang music—oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay and
watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the music
stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much. But
directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man came up
to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the temple; it
felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then he went too.
In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought and thought,
and then I knew I had moved the pig's trough and must have put it in the
fairies' path and the fairies were angered, and the king of the fairies
had punished me for it." She moved the trough back to its old place the
next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.