Waldron had an English friend who laughed at Manx fairy beliefs. One night, crossing the river at Douglas near where the old bridge had stood before it was broken down, he found the tide high and forded it on horseback. As he did, he heard music, better than any he had heard in his life, like a full band playing.
His horse stopped dead in the water and would not move, apparently as spellbound as he was. They stayed there for about three quarters of an hour until the music stopped. He came out of the river, Waldron says, as firm a believer in the fairies as any Manxman.
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