The
Tunes Of Toloc By
Paul McCann |
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One bright sunny morning beside Toloc
Forest , the cows that stood in the glade chewed and Mooed away until
Wirera the Chieftains son scattered them in a furious gallop as he took
his morning ride to the mountain path . A wise
lad was Wirera for his age and commanded respect
from the warriors of Toloc
On the way up the steep mountain path Wirera’s horse stopped
suddenly and threw him off . Slowly
Wirera got to his feet and brushed the dirt from his cloak .
Standing
upon a large stepping stone there he filled his hat with cool water and
threw it over his head . Washing his face and neck he returned to the
grassy slope by the stream and lay down . “All
I ask is that you don’t take my trout from the stream” Wirera
sat up ,and standing there beside him was another little man , wearing a
gold tunic with a green belt . His shoes shone like the sun and on his
head he wore a tall pointed hat . His long red beard almost touched his
feet . “ Who
are you?” said Wirera . “I am
the wee one of the crystal stream, and who might you be ? “ Suddenly
another little man came along and joined in the conversation . “He
doesn’t talk you know .I asked him the same question “ It
began to sing an enchanting melody . The wee
ones joined in the song and the old grey mare trotted back to Wirera‘s side .
“I’d
say surely not .“
“ We
are not going to ask you again , so tell us who are you ?” The
little men said . Suddenly
Wirera began to dance and sing like never before . “Be
gifted Wirera “ Sai the little men . The
trout in the stream began leaping in and out as the wee ones played
music on their fiddles . They drank and laughed for some time as Wirera
uncontrollably danced away . “Take
these tunes with you when you go” Sid the
little men . Suddenly
there was silence . The wee
ones had disappeared . Lying
on the ground was a fiddle . Never before had Wirera played an
instrument but as if called to do so , Wirera picked up the fiddle and
began playing lively tunes . Whe he
had finished playing the grey mare brushed up beside him . Wirera
got up on his horse still clutching the fiddle, and
with one hand on the reins he rode down the mountain path towards
the glade . And to
this very day those same tunes are played by musicians all over the land
, and with the same effect everyone who hears them , cannot control
their feet as they dance and sing away . |