978 Celtic Fairy Tales

“ My share of misfortunes go with you!” said Owen,
‘“‘Tt’s you’ve left me in a fix hanging between the heavens
and the water in the middle of the great sea.”

 

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It wasn’t long till the thresher shouted to him to leave
go the flail.

“I won't let it go,” said Owen; “shan’t I be
drowned ?”

‘If you don’t let it go, I’ll cut the whang.”

“T don’t care,” says Owen; “I have the flail;” and