Ní raibh an fómhar riamh chomh spraíúil le hoíche Shamhna sa choirceannach sin.

Autumn had never been as playful as Halloween in that coirceannach.

Bhí seanfhocal ann a deir "Ní bhíonn saoi gan locht," ach is beag locht a bhí ar Shéamus anois.

There was a saying, "There's no sage without fault," but there were few faults in Séamus now.

Ach sin é an scéal ar fad.

But that's the whole story.

Bhí sé in éineacht le Niamh, cailín stuama agus tuisceana, cé gur theip ar a scil treorach an uair seo.

He was with Niamh, a sensible and understanding girl, although her guiding skills failed this time.

Bhí an coirceannach ard agus uamhnach.

The coirceannach was tall and eerie.

Bhí na dornáin arda ar chleasa ag gluaiseacht leis an ngaoth fhionnuar oíche an fhómhair.

The high sheafs swayed with the cool autumn night's wind.

Timpeall orthu, corraigh solais ó lampaí guagacha, mar a bhí Jack-o’-lanterns ar an talamh.

Around them, lights flickered from trembling lamps, like Jack-o’-lanterns on the ground.

Bhí an boladh arbhar agus ithreach fliuch sa ghaoth.

The smell of corn and wet earth was in the air.

D'fhág Shéamus agus Niamh an bealach agus iad ag siúl isteach i lúbra na stáidéir agus na heagla ró-mhór do Shéamus féin.

Séamus and Niamh left the path as they walked into the maze of study and fright too great for Séamus himself.

"Seo é an rud is fearr," a dúirt sé, ag gáire nuair a thosaigh siad ag dul trí phasáistí an bhraiche.

"This is the best thing," he said, laughing as they started walking through the maze's passageways.

Bhí siad ag siúl go ceannairceach nuair a chuaigh siad ar strae agus chuir siad isteach ar ghrúpa páistí.

They were walking defiantly when they went astray and interrupted a group of children.

Bhí turas taibhsithe á eagrú ag a dtuismitheoirí ann.

A haunted tour was being organized by their parents there.

D'fhéach Shéamus agus Niamh ar a chéile le mearbhall.

Séamus and Niamh looked at each other in confusion.

"Beidh muid in éindí leo anois," a dúirt sé faoi rún lena chairdeas, ag iarraidh gan na páistí a scáthú.

"We'll join them now," he said, secretly using his friendship, trying not to scare the children.

Thar aon rud eile, bhí Shéamus sásta nuair a bhí an chéad bhéásc uafáis pleanáilte ag teacht.

Above all, Séamus was pleased when the first planned scare was approaching.

Tháinig taibhse iontach ag léim amach.

A marvelous ghost jumped out.

Le croí agus geit, rinne Shéamus iarracht a chur i gcéill go raibh a fhios aige cad a bhí le déanamh, ach crith sé féin le heagla.

With a start and a jolt, Séamus tried to pretend he knew what to do, but he trembled with fear.

Rinne Niamh gáire gan stad, cóngarach de streachailt Shéamus.

Niamh laughed uncontrollably, close to witnessing Séamus' struggle.

Leis na páistí ag gáire freisin, lean siad ar aghaidh tríd an meascán sleamhain de choirc agus taibhse go dtí gur aimsigh siad dul amach faoi dheireadh.

With the children also laughing, they continued through the slippery mix of corn and ghosts until they finally found their way out.

Bhí gáire aici agus chuir Shéamus as leis, ag cur an taithí i dtaisce.

She laughed and Séamus brushed it off, storing the experience away.

"Níor cheap mé go raibh an oiread sin spraoi sa gháinneáil seo," arsa Niamh, ag cur díomá ar a tuigeadh go minic ach ag tabhairt faochan do bheart meabhrach Shéamus.

"I didn't think there was so much fun in this fuss," said Niamh, ironically showing her usual understanding but giving relief to Séamus' intellectual efforts.

Ar an dturas ar ais, rinne Niamh an t-aistriú fada ó phraiticiúlacht go spontaneity, agus thuig Shéamus gur minic a thugann an t-eachtra neamhbheartaithe siamsaíocht dírithe ar an spraoi don saol.

On the way back, Niamh made the long transition from practicality to spontaneity, and Séamus realized that often the unplanned adventure provides entertainment focused on life's fun.

Leis sin, thosaigh soir nimhneach ag túsúil san fómhar.

With that, a gentle wind started at the beginning of autumn.