A Story
21st July 1938
There was once a man named Sean. He was a shoemaker by trade and he was very poor.
He used to go out visiting every night. He used to hear the old men talking about Leprechauns and saying that if anyone would catch one he would tell them where the pot of gold was hidden.
Sean knew where there was a leprechaun and one night he went to where the little man was a little after twelve o'clock, because he had heard that they were not to be seen until after twelve o' clock when the moon was shining bright.
He saw the Leprechaun sitting under a mushroom mending shoes and Sean stole up behind him and caught him round the waist. The little man screamed for mercy, but Sean did not let him go.
At last he told him he would let him go if he told him where the pot of gold was hidden.
“INFORMANT: Martin Ansbro, Age 74, Dooros, Co. Mayo”