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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sheer Magic.
[time] => 2006-01-15 11:16:28
[hometext] => another little tale from bern.
[bodytext] => Sheer Magic. On a visit to Austria , I went up into the mountains to an old gold mine. This mine was up to the most modern safety regulations and many people came to visit to see how the miners in the old days dug out the gold. Nowadays there is electric light in all of the shafts and tunnels that over the years by generations of miners by their digging had made. I with about twenty other people boarded the small train that took us to the last diggings in the mine. On the way in, I noticed something written on the mine walls it was in the old language used by the Fairies. It was surprising that no one else had seen this writing it was very old and nearly faded when I saw it. I was determined to come back when there were no visitors in the mine. The mine shut at six o’clock in the evening and as it was summertime, I could easily come back and go into the mine on my own. The wooden doors to the mine were easy to open no one had bothered to lock them and with a powerful torch and a supply of fresh batteries, I began my evening adventure. With my bare hand and using the torch, I retraced the writing on the wall. Suddenly as I got to the last letter, a flash and a puff of smoke and I was in another mine. In this mine there were twenty or more Leprechauns going about their work of digging the gold ore from the mountain. I understood all and even helped them by pushing the heavily filled carts to a large oven. Here the gold from the rocks was smelting under the expert hands of the Leprechauns. Charcoal for firing the oven was stacked to one side and I could see the sweat pouring off the Leprechauns that were working there. The Leprechauns offered me a drink from what I thought was water bottles in fact what I drank was sweet barley wine. I felt a surge of strength running through my body and continued on helping to push the heavy carts filled with ore. Soon I saw the gold running into moulds in the ground. As soon as the moulds were full all of the Leprechauns stopped work and we all went to the mine,’s entrance and walked off to a small clearing. Here the Leprechauns had made themselves comfortable and I saw skins sewn together from wild animals that were forming a roof over their heads. Food, eaten from a large cauldron was a very good vegetable stew. I slept the night on a bed of ferns under the skins and awoke in the morning quite fresh. We all went back to the mine and the gold in small handy bars was now cold and had set hard. Each Leprechaun took one of the bars of gold and saying the two magical words disappeared. Finally, I was the only one in the mine and there was one gold bar left lying on the ground in its mould. I took the gold bar and said the two magic words but nothing happened. I thought perhaps that I had spoken them wrong after all; it was a very ancient language. Then I had an idea I wrote the two words on the inside of the mine on the wall. The now familiar flash and I was back at the mine in the Austrian mountains. I looked at my watch and saw that only one-half an hour had gone past. How could this be? I had worked and slept overnight in the old mine with the Leprechauns I had a bar of gold in my hand to prove it. I had no more batteries for my torch it must have been much longer than a half an hour. I walked back to my hotel and went to my table for my evening meal. I kept my little episode a secret. How could I explain a small bar of solid gold to anyone other than to a Leprechaun? Soon I was on my way home with one small bar of gold in my luggage. This gold I took to jewellers who weighed it and made a small chemical test. He then told me that I was in the possession of two ounces of twenty-four carat gold. He offered to buy it from me but my gold is not for sale. I have never been back to the mine in Austria it is still there and who knows one-day some one else will trace the magic words and go back in time to when the Leprechauns were smelting gold in the mine. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 468 [topic] => 43 [informant] => bernard2 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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