Before moving on from the site of the Bellahill witch thorn and the Witchthorn National School (just past the Resting Slap on the Cassie as described in the previous post), I found some more information which I think is worth relating.
The above-mentioned illustration and account of the Witchthorn from Alexander Johns of Carrickfergus in 1849 is not the only source of information on these. The Ordnance Survey Memoirs for the Parish of Kilroot dated 1839 records that the Witchthorn and the school were on the farm of Thomas Hay, and this source gives the following account of the witchthorn:
On an eminence in the townland of Bellahill, and holding of Thomas Hay, there stands a large ancient thorn locally called the Witches' thorn and gave local name to a national school situate at that place. This school is known by the Witchthorn National School.
There are a few other ancient thorns in the parish, and esteemed sacred as being fairy abodes and consequently remain unmolested."
Well, as we saw in the last post, by 1849 branches were being removed and it disappeared before 1900. The title of the OS Memoir account - "Gentle bushes" show that they viewed the superstitions here to be the same as those common throughout Ireland, and related to the "gentle folk" or Fairies. Incidently, a fairy was by no means "gentle" but the term comes from 'gentile' and the Irish "ginte" (gentile, pagan, heathen Dane) - and from which word we get the local family name of McKinty/McGinty (meaning 'son of the Danish man or Viking').
As the townland of Bellahill was overwhelmingly Presbyterian, such superstitious beliefs (particularly in fairies) were generally held in ridicule, and so the identification of the tree with witches rather than fairies. In the early 1900s John Hay from this farm in Bellahill told his daughter-in-law (Mrs Susie Hay) a story of how Mr Dalway had ordered the men to clear away an ancient motte-like mound or 'rath' from near the bottom of the Cassie. The hero of the story was a local man who used his sister's tiny clog to make fairy footprints around the 'fairy fort' and play a practical joke on the whole countryside. Susie Hay then based her ballad, 'The Rath in the Valley' on that story (Note that 'freit' is an Ulster-Scots word for 'superstition' and 'moat' for 'motte' or 'mound' - but in this poem these words are used by the 'English' landlord!):
THE RATH IN THE VALLEY
By Susie Hay
Once upon a time, so I've heard tell,
A Rath was in a valley, and fairies there did dwell.
None dared molest the "Wee folk" who came when moon was clear,
And everyone for miles around that Rath did well revere.
The landlord of the valley came unto the mound;
Said he, "By Irish 'freits' I never will be bound;
That moat doth spoil my field, so to my men I'll say,
Go at once to that low field, and clear the Rath away."
The men obediently went off, with shovel and with spade;
Upon that Irish Rath an attack they fiercely made;
But the truth of all the matter was that they were Irish too,
And the fear of Irish fairies did thrill them through and through.
The first day of their labours, all went very well,
And nothing but the sound of spades resounded through the dell,
And driving off with carts of mould, they did not their work leave,
Until above the valley, shone the first faint star of eve.
Lo, see them the next morning, as to their task them come,
From different cots around the vale, a-straggling one by one,
Scarce wakened from their night's deep sleep, scarce seeing the right
But from their stupor quickly roused, when near the Fairy Rath.
The first one who did reach the Rath, to all began to shout,
"Oh hurry, hurry, hurry, boys, the fairies have been out."
And sure enough, around the mound,--this tale is really true--
Were marks of tiny footsteps, as of a fairy shoe.
The men were seized with horror; their very bones did freeze!
And shouts of wild excitement filled the early morning breeze,
And wafted them right up unto the very mansion house,
To where the lordly master was sitting with his spouse.
"Now what, now what, now what," he called, "is this unearthly row?
"What's happened that wild Irish crowd, what are they doing now?"
"Oh sir," a messenger replied, who came, all pale with fear;
"The men won't touch the Rath because the fairies have been here."
So down unto the valley strode the irate English lord,
Said he unto himself, "I'll quell that Irish rabble horde."
But not a man of all the crowd would ever put a spade
Into the Rath, the fairy marks had made them so afraid.
When some time passed, so I've been told,
The work was done by other men, who were by nature bold,
And had no fear of Little Men, Banshee, or Witche's wail;
But still the "fairy shoemarks" stay an ancient country tale.
The secret of the tale was kept, until 'twas told to me;
The solution was quite simple, as you will plainly see;
A 'divil-of-a-fellow' a-livin' near the bog,
Marked all the 'fairy footsteps' with--his little sister's CLOG.
This, and much more, information about the Hays of Bellahill was sent to me by Robert (Bob) Todd of Nova Scotia in Canada, who contacted me after reading the blog. The Thomas Hay on whose farm the witch thorn stood in the 1839 account was Bob Todd's great, great grandfather. The OS Memoir for 1839 also says that Thomas Hoy (the spellings Hay, Hoy, and Hoey seem to have been used interchangeably for the same person and family) was 'librarian' of the Bellahill Book Club, established in 1837, with 8 members and 23 volumes of historical works. It almost certainly met in the Witchthorn National School, which was also on the 'holding' of Thomas Hay.
The Witchthorn National School sat on the wide verge on the right-hand side of the Cassie as shown here. In the I839 OS Memoir it is described as sitting "on the old road leading from Bellahill to the commons".
It was a small, thatched, single-story building, only 18 feet long by 15 feet wide and had been established about 1800. The 16 scholars were all Presbyterian, and the master was a John Saunderson, also a Presbyterian. The school was 'visited' by Rev. William Glendy, a 'minister of the Remonstrant Congregation' and was 'well furnished with desks and forms'.
As we leave the Witchthorn and move on down the Cassie towards Porg Hill, it is quite a coincidence that the history of the two family farms on either side of the cattle trail (the Hay's and the Poag's) has come to life by means of two separate Canadian descendants (Barry Poag and Bob ('Hay')Todd). But more of that soon ...