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In this way is born the race of familiars and fairies, nimble creatures, swift travellers, as capricious and sudden as a dream, who amuse themselves maliciously in sticking together the manes of the horses, or in souring the milk, yet sometimes become tender and domesticated, attached like the cricket to its hearthstone, and are the penates of the country and the farm, invisible and powerful as gods, quaint and odd as children.
Thus all the legends preserve and set off vanished ways and sentiments, like to those mineral forces which, deep down in the heart of the mountains, transform charcoal and stones into marble and the diamond.
