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The MnUcarhieh. 131" Let ine towards her for a while,That I may shew her a feat of strength."The old woman was tearing at him and driving him backwards ;and Fin lost courage at that time. It was then that he orderedthem to cut the earth below her sole, and to let her to the place ofher girdle into the ground. She was intercepting us down and uplike a flame ; but for all the evils and tossings we got, it was thenwe killed the old woman and raised the battle-shout.When the Ocean Smith, who was behind the wind and infront of the sun, heard that the MuUeartach had been slain, heput out to sea [here repeat the rhymes descriptive of sea journeys]and reached Lochlin alone. Manus met him, and asked where hehad left the old woman. " She has been killed," said the OceanSmith."Wretch, she has not been killed; but when you saw thedoughty deeds she was doing, you fled."" Oh, she has been killed !"" Hole of earth has not swallowed her, nor has she been drownedon brown slippery sea, and there were not people in the universewho could kill my Midleartach."" No one slew her but the Fians, the people who were neverovercome ; and never one has escaped from the people of theyellow wreathed hair."Thus the Old Woman finished her journey.Part II.A day the Fians were on an Eastern knoll "Gazing at Erin all around,There was seen coming over the wavesA hideous apparition—a heavily rocking object.'"The name of the dauntless spectreWas the bald-red white-maued Muileartacli.Her face was dark grey, of the hue of coals,The teeth of her jaw were slanting red,There was one flabby eye in her head,That quicker moved than lure-pursuing mackerel.Her head bristled dark and grey,Like scrubwood before hoar fro.st.When she saw the Fians of highest prowess.The wretch coveted being in their midst.