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   couldn't move it an inch let alone carry it home. Being in a great fix we looked about us despairing and to our delight we saw a white horse grazing nearby. Blessing our luck, we made a big effort and got the sack on to his back, and then continued on our journey. Soon we noticed that the horse was stumbling and bending under his load and fearing lest his back should break under the weight of it we cut down a larch tree and thrust it in between his four legs. One held it in front of him and one held it behind and each in turn kept a hand on the sack to prevent it from slipping to one side. After this manner we went slowly homeward but on crossing the bridge our sack had grown so heavy that the bridge collapsed under us, and we found ourselves in the cold water. To our great distress we saw the sack all ripped up and there was the beautiful grain all sinking and floating in the river. "How will we face our father," says I, "without pig or bonhams or corn." But while we were looking pitifully at the corn didn't we see every grain turning into a fine salmon. "You, you - " says the king and he sneezed very noisily. My brother jumped into the river again and catching a fine big salmon he threw it up on the bank. No sooner had it touched dry ground than it turned into a bonny

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   AT0852: The Hero Forces the Princess to Say, “That is a Lie.”

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Áine M. Nic Chárthaigh

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Seán Mac Chárthaigh

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Caher West, Co. Kerry