Some of them took to hanging about trees , and hiding in graves and groaning o ' nights . If they groaned loud enough and long enough they might frighten a poor countryman into sacrificing a hen , or leaving a pound of butter for them . I remember one Goddess called Belisama . She became a common wet water-spirit somewhere in Lancashire . And there were hundreds of other friends of mine . First they were Gods . Then they were People of the Hills , and then they flitted to other places because they could n't get on with the English for one reason or another . There was only one Old Thing , I remember , who honestly worked for his living after he came down in the world . He was called Weland , and he was a smith to some Gods . I 've forgotten their names , but he used to make them swords and spears . I think he claimed kin with Thor of the Scandinavians . ' ' Heroes of Asgard Thor ? ' said Una . She had been reading the book . ` Perhaps , ' answered Puck . ` None the less , when bad times came , he did n't beg or steal . He worked ; and I was lucky enough to be able to do him a good turn . ' ` Tell us about it , ' said Dan . ' I think I like hearing of Old Things . ' They rearranged themselves comfortably , each chewing a grass stem .
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Asgard Hills Lancashire Puck Scandinavians Thor Weland nights spears water-spirit