When we would lay the wind, we dry the rag, and say (thrice over):
‘“We lay the wind in the Devil’s name,
[It shall not] rise while we [or I] like to raise it again!”
And if the wind will not lie instantly [after we say this], we call upon our Spirit, and say to him:
‘“Thief! Thief! conjure the wind, and cause it to [lie?...]”
We have no power of rain, but we will raise the wind when we please. He made us believe [...] that there was no God beside him.
‘As for Elf arrow-heads, the Devil shapes them with his own hand [and afterwards delivers them?] to Elf-boys, who “whyttis and dightis” [shapes and trims] them with a sharp thing like a packing-needle; but [when I was in Elf-land?] I saw them whytting and dighting them. When I was in the Elves’ houses, they will have very ... them whytting and dighting; and the Devil gives them to us, each of us so many, when.... Those that dightis them are little ones, hollow, and boss-backed [humped-backed]. They speak gowstie [roughly] like. When the Devil gives them to us, he says:
‘“Shoot these in my name,
And they shall not go heall hame!”
And when we shoot these arrows (we say):
‘“I shoot you man in the Devil’s name,
He shall not win heall hame!
And this shall be always true;
There shall not be one bit of him on lieiw” [on life, alive].
‘We have no bow to shoot with, but spang [jerk] them from the nails of our thumbs. Sometimes we will miss; but if they twitch [touch], be it beast, or man, or woman, it will kill, tho’ they had a jack