The farm's shore line is made of frightful precipices. The horses, as if red madness had taken them, went off at full speed towards the shore. Everyone thought they would be lost, but no harm came of the stampede.
Campbell notes in the same passage that in Skye the elves had been known to gallop farm horses at full speed in dangerous places, sitting backwards, and that if you heard a horse neigh at night in distress you could make the fairies fall by shouting your saddle and pillion be upon you.
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