Note 6-6 — Footnotes.

"When they came to Sliab Fuait6 they espied a herd of wild deer before them. "What are those many cattle, O Ibar, those nimble ones yonder?" asked the lad; "are they tame or are they other deer?" "They are real wild deer, indeed," Ibar answered; "herds of wild deer that haunt the wastes of Sliab Fuait." 1"Which," asked Cuchulain, "would the men of Ulster deem best, to bring them dead or alive?" "More wonderful, alive," answered the charioteer; "not every one can do it so; but dead, there is none of them cannot do it. Thou canst not do this, carry off any of them alive." "Truly I can," said Cuchulain.1 "Ply the goad for us on the horses 2into the bog,2 to see can we take some of them." The charioteer drove a goad into the horses. It was beyond the power of the king's overfat steeds to keep up with the deer. 3Soon the horses stuck in the marsh.3 The lad got down from the chariot and 4as the fruit of his run and his race, in the morass which was around him,4 he caught two of the swift, stout deer. He fastened them to the back poles and the bows and the thongs of the chariot.