Authors: Tony Locke
This is just one of the origin stories of Puck Fair. In fact, there is no record that gives a precise date or reason for the fair's beginnings. However, some evidence of a fair appears as far back as 1603, when King James I granted Killorglin the legal right to a fair. Whatever the true reason for Puck Fair, it can definitely be said that it has become Killorglin's most anticipated yearly event.
Lugh has given his name to the month of August in Irish â
Lughnasadh
(or, in modern Irish,
Lúnasa
), the month of Lugh, the time of the great pagan festivals in his honour. This is still recalled symbolically today in the festival of Puck Fair, when a buck goat, representing fertility, is raised aloft and kept there for the duration of the celebrations.
Superstition regards the goat with some caution, partly because of the ancient worship of the god Pan, who was half goat and half man, and partly because one of the tricks attributed to the devil is the ability to turn himself into a goat.
Since ancient times the devil has appeared as a goat with horns and cloven hooves. In England and Scotland it is said that goats will never be seen for twenty-four consecutive hours because once a day they visit Satan to have their beards combed.
Not all goat folklore is negative and in some cases goats are regarded as beneficial or even lucky. A widespread belief among European farmers was that keeping goats among a herd of cattle would prevent contagious abortion, which they attributed to the protective nature of the goat's strong smell. Goats were also kept with horses to keep them content. A tame goat was used to lead troublesome horses onto ships. Similarly, trained âJudas' goats were often used in abattoirs to lead livestock to slaughter.
Goats have also been regarded as guardians of treasure. Meeting a black goat on a lonely bridle path meant that treasure was hidden nearby. It was considered good luck to meet a goat when setting out on an important journey or meeting and in Wales a bride would be granted good luck if the first thing she saw upon emerging from the church after her wedding was a tethered goat.
Goat milk has long been valued for its excellent medicinal and skin-enhancing qualities. Irish folklore holds that goat milk enhances beauty. It also offered some resistance to tuberculosis and was thought to be a cure for eczema.
A goat's foot or some hairs from his beard are believed to be talismans for driving off evil spirits
.
In Ireland it was believed that goats could see the wind and knew when bad weather was coming.
A cure for baldness was to fill a goat's bladder with human urine, dry it out over a fire, then grind it down and rub it into the scalp with raw onions.
The Talmud explains that the biblical description of a land âflowing with milk and honey' actually refers to goats foraging in fig trees. The figs were so ripe that sweet juice (called fruit honey) dripped everywhere and the goats were so well-nourished their udders overflowed with milk. The milk and honey literally spilled across the land.
The Old French word for slaughtering and cutting up meat is
boucheron
, from the term for a he-goat,
bouc
. It is also the root of the English words âbutcher', âbuck' (a male goat) and perhaps the slang term âbutch'.
Goats metabolise and process the yellow-and-orange carotenes found in plants much more efficiently than cows, which is the reason the milk is white, not cream-colored and the fat is colourless (a drawback for butter).
In Ireland, one of our oldest traditional instruments, the
bodhrán
(bow-rawn), is made from goatskin. This ancient frame drum is traditionally made with a wooden body and a goatskin head.
I
n Irish folklore the pooka often appeared as a horse that galloped across the countryside, knocking down fences and gates and destroying crops. It was said that while in this form the pooka liked to take its rider, usually a drunk, on a wild ride all night then throw them to the ground in the early morning. This person, already heavily inebriated, was said to be under the spell of the pooka and would have no recollection of what happened. This might account for some people who, having got very drunk, report that they have no idea what happened the previous night.
The only one to ever ride a pooka successfully was Brian Boru, the High King of Ireland. He gained control over the creature through the use of magic. He used a special bridle, which contained three hairs from the pooka's tail. This, together with his physical strength, meant that he was able to stay on its back until the exhausted pooka surrendered. He then forced it to make two promises: first, that it would no longer torment Christian people and destroy their property and, second, that it would never again attack an Irish man or woman except if the person was drunk or had evil in his or her heart. The pooka agreed but over the course of time it reverted to its old ways. After all, the pooka's master was the Prince of Lies, commonly called the devil.
Here in Ireland the pooka is believed to be an animal spirit and it has been suggested that the name originated from
poc
, which means he-goat in Irish. Another suggestion is that the name may come from the Scandinavian
pook
or
puke
, meaning ânature spirit'. Whatever its origin, there is no question that the pooka is a changeling that can take many different forms, human or animal, horse, donkey, goat, dog, cat or bull. Sometimes it has been described as a handsome young man or a beautiful young woman. When in animal form the pooka is usually jet black with fiery red or yellow eyes.
The pooka is said to live in the hills and mountains. It can be helpful or menacing. It has been known to help farmers or cause havoc, depending on its mood at the time. It is cunning and deceitful, which is why it has also been called the trickster. Due to its power to create or destroy, it has also been looked upon as a fertility god and, due to its use of human speech, a prophesier.
The form in which it most often appears is that of a black horse with red eyes. It roams the countryside at night, tearing down fences, trampling crops and scattering livestock.
In County Down it assumes the shape of a small, deformed goblin who demands a share of the crop at the end of the harvest and it is for this reason that some people place a corn dolly in the field after the crop has been harvested. This is known locally as the Pooka's Share. In County Laois it takes the shape of a huge, hairy bogeyman who terrifies those abroad at night. In counties Waterford and Wexford, it is said to appear as an eagle with a gigantic wingspan while in County Roscommon it is a large black goat with curling horns. In County Mayo the sight of the pooka can stop hens laying or cows giving milk.
Nowadays the pooka is mostly regarded as just another mythological creature, given new life as a cute little cuddly toy. This has been the fate of many of the powerful creatures of the fairy realm. However, it should be remembered that the pooka is an adroit shape-shifter and a master of disguise. Maybe this new life as a cute furry toy with glass eyes serves a purpose, for who knows when the pooka will fade into the darkness only to reappear again and strike terror into the hearts of lonely travellers?
Situated on the River Liffey, between counties Kildare and Wicklow, is the site of the hydro-electric power station. Here the river flows through a narrow gorge before plunging 150 feet in three stages. Under the second drop there is a pool, which is called the Hole of the Pooka. The pool gave rise to a story by an unknown Kildare man.
In November 1813 the Kildare hunt, known as the Killing Kildares, was following the scent of a fox. The fox managed to evade the hunt until it was approaching Tipperkevin. It was there that the large fox was finally sighted by the hounds, who chased it towards the River Liffey. At the same time a large black horse also appeared. It had no rider and none of the members of the hunt recognised it. Some suggest it was the pooka.
The ground on which the chase took place was difficult. The fox and the hounds ran so fast that only one member of the hunt managed to keep up with them, a man named Grennan. He was followed by the black horse. The river was in full flow, following very heavy rain, but the hounds were gaining on the fox and started to cross the river, picking their way across the rocks. Grennan realised the danger the hounds were in and tried to call them back but to no avail. The fox was headed for a narrow ledge but when it saw the pooka's fiery red eyes it became so frightened that it attempted to jump the last few yards onto the ledge. It missed and fell into the rushing waters below. The pooka, however, jumped the gorge with ease and disappeared into the nearby wood. The pack of hounds, hard on the scent of the fox, fell headlong into the turbulent waters of the Liffey. Grennan watched as fox and hounds desperately tried to swim to safety. Some disappeared beneath the waters and some were dashed against the rocks and screamed in pain before dying. Grennan wept, but his sorrow gave way to terror when he heard a diabolical neighing, like an animal laughing, from the woods on the other side of the gorge. He knew then that it was the pooka.
In 1930, the writer of the original story described how he stood above the valleys of the Liffey and the King's River when a sudden sadness came over him and he wept at the site of the homes that would soon be submerged forever by the Blessington Lakes, which would supply water for the power station at Poulaphouca. Between 1938 and 1940, seventy-six houses were demolished and a series of bridges were blown up before the entire valley was flooded for the hydro-electric power station. The church of St Mark, which was built in 1682, was also submerged and to this day some people claim to hear bells tolling beneath the waters of the lakes.
S
omewhere in County Mayo, truly terrifying events are taking place. The word âpoltergeist' has come to strike terror into the minds of those who have the misfortune of finding their home occupied by this evil entity. Thankfully they are few and far between.
One of the worst hauntings I've heard of concerns a young family who live in a small cottage not far from Westport. I won't mention their name or locality as this strange phenomenon is ongoing. The family consists of a husband, wife, two children and a pet dog.
Strange and disturbing events began to occur shortly after they bought the cottage. It had been empty for a number of years and the man and wife were both surprised and delighted to discover how cheap it was. They made an offer, which was accepted, and moved in shortly afterwards. It was their first home and they were overjoyed. The cottage was on just under an acre of land, with a small orchard and an enclosed garden, perfect for their little dog to run around in, although the dog seemed reluctant to enter the cottage. In hindsight it would appear that the dog was sensitive to the âpresence'.
Before long they began to notice the usual signs of poltergeist activity: flying objects, lights going on and off, drawers opening and strange voices. However, what makes this case so terrifying are the âhappenings', as the family call them. The young couple woke up one morning to find their youngest child's teddy bear hanging from a noose in their bedroom. They swear it was not there when they went to bed the previous evening. âThere's no way the children could have placed the teddy there as the ceiling is too high and there is nothing to stand on,' the father said.
Other acts of violence have been played out using the children's toys: dolls' heads ripped off, a knife driven through a fluffy bunny rabbit, and messages appearing on their PlayStations. The father once gave his old mobile phone to the children to play with. It hadn't worked for years and had no battery but even so messages began to appear on it. These were threatening and ordered the family to âLeave this house' and âGo now, you are not welcome here'.