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Argyllshire Series. No. V, by John Gregorson Campbell</p> -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'> -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and -most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online -at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Waifs and Strays of Celtic Tradition. Argyllshire Series. No. V</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>Clan Traditions and Popular Tales of the Western Highlands and Islands</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: John Gregorson Campbell</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Editors: Jessie Wallace</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em;'>Duncan MacIsaac</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Contributor: Alfred Nutt</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: March 12, 2022 [eBook #67609]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Susan Skinner, Thomas Frost and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WAIFS AND STRAYS OF CELTIC TRADITION. ARGYLLSHIRE SERIES. NO. V ***</div> - - -<div class="figcenter illowp89" id="frontis" style="max-width: 93.75em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="Lion holding a shield" title="Frontispiece" /> -</div> - - - - -<div class="bbox chapter"> - -<p class="center p150"><b>Waifs and Strays of Celtic Tradition.</b></p> - -<p class="center">Series initiated and directed by</p> - -<p class="center p125">LORD ARCHIBALD CAMPBELL.</p> - -<hr class="r10"/> - -<p class="center">Demy 8vo, cloth.</p> - -<p class="center"><i>ARGYLLSHIRE SERIES.</i></p> - -<hr class="r10"/> - - -<p class="center p105">VOLUME I.</p> - -<p class="center p150">CRAIGNISH TALES.</p> - -<p class="center">Collected by the Rev. <span class="smcap">J. MacDougall</span>; and Notes on the War Dress of the Celts -by <span class="smcap">Lord Archibald Campbell</span>, xvi, 98 pages. 20 plates. 1889. 5<i>s.</i></p> - -<hr class="r5"/> - -<p class="center p105">VOLUME II.</p> - -<p class="center p150">FOLK AND HERO TALES.</p> - -<p class="center">Collected, edited (in Gaelic), and translated by the Rev. <span class="smcap">D. MacInnes</span>; with a -Study on the Development of the Ossianic Saga and copious Notes by <span class="smcap">Alfred -Nutt</span>. xxiv, 497 pages. Portrait of Campbell of Islay, and two illustrations -by <span class="smcap">E. Griset</span>. 1890. 15<i>s.</i></p> - -<p class="center p2"> -“The most important work on Highland Folk-lore and Tales since Campbell’s -world-renowned Popular Tales.”—<i>Highland Monthly.</i></p> - -<p class="center">“Never before has the development of the Ossianic Saga been so scientifically -dealt with.”—<span class="smcap">Hector Maclean.</span></p> - -<p class="center">“Mr. Alfred Nutt’s excurses and notes are lucid and scholarly. They add -immensely to the value of the book, and afford abundant evidence of their author’s -extensive reading and sound erudition.”—<i>Scots Observer.</i></p> - -<p class="center">“The Gaelic text is colloquial and eminently idiomatic.... Mr. Nutt -deserves special mention and much credit for the painstaking and careful research -evidenced by his notes to the tales.”—<i>Oban Telegraph.</i></p> - -<hr class="r5"/> - -<p class="center p105">VOLUME III.</p> - -<p class="center p150">FOLK AND HERO TALES.</p> - -<p class="center p2">Collected, edited, translated, and annotated by the Rev. <span class="smcap">J. MacDougall</span>; with an -Introduction by <span class="smcap">Alfred Nutt</span>, and Three Illustrations by <span class="smcap">E. Griset</span>.</p> - -<p class="center">1891. 10<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i></p> - -<hr class="r5"/> - -<p class="center p105">VOLUME IV.</p> - -<p class="center p150">THE FIANS;</p> - -<p class="center">OR,</p> - -<p class="center p125">STORIES, POEMS, AND TRADITIONS</p> - -<p class="center">OF</p> - -<p class="center p125"><i>FIONN AND HIS WARRIOR BAND</i>.</p> - -<p class="center p2">Collected entirely from Oral Sources by <span class="smcap">John Gregorson Campbell</span> (Minister of -Tiree); with Introduction and Bibliographical Notes by <span class="smcap">Alfred Nutt</span>. Portrait -of Ian Campbell of Islay, and Illustrations by <span class="smcap">E. Griset</span>. -</p> - -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</span></p> - - - -<div class="figcenter illowp51" id="portrait" style="max-width: 71.9375em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/portrait.jpg" alt="" title="Portrait of the author" /> - <div class="caption"><p class="center">THE LATE REV. J. G. CAMPBELL</p></div> -</div> - - - -<hr class="full x-ebookmaker-drop chapter"/> - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</span></p> - - - - -<p class="center p175"><b>WAIFS AND STRAYS OF CELTIC TRADITION.</b></p> - -<hr class="r10"/> - -<p class="center p130"><i>ARGYLLSHIRE SERIES.</i>—No. V.</p> - -<hr class="r10"/> - -<h1 class="center" title="Clan Traditions and Popular Tales of the Western Highlands and Islands"> -CLAN TRADITIONS<br/> -AND POPULAR TALES<br /> -<span class="p50">OF THE</span><br /> -<span class="p85">WESTERN HIGHLANDS AND ISLANDS,</span></h1> - - -<p class="center p110"><i>Collected from Oral Sources</i></p> - -<p class="center">BY THE LATE<br/> -<span class="p175"><span class="smcap">Rev.</span> JOHN GREGORSON CAMPBELL.</span><br/> -<i>MINISTER OF TIREE.</i></p> - - -<p class="center p2">SELECTED FROM THE AUTHOR’S MS. REMAINS,</p> -<p class="center">AND EDITED BY</p> - -<p class="center p130">JESSIE WALLACE AND DUNCAN MAC ISAAC,</p> - -<p class="center p2">WITH INTRODUCTION BY<br/> -<span class="p120">ALFRED NUTT.</span></p> - - -<p class="center p3"><i>PORTRAIT OF THE AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATIONS.</i></p> - - -<p class="center p3">LONDON:<br/> -DAVID NUTT, 270–271 STRAND.</p> - -<hr class="r5"/> - -<p class="center">1895. -</p> - - - -<hr class="chapter x-ebookmaker-drop full" /> - - - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</h2> -</div> - - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> - <tr> - <th></th> - <th class="right"><span class="smcap">page</span></th> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="smcap">Preface,</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#PREFACE">vii</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td><span class="smcap">Introduction: Alfred Nutt,</span></td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#INTRODUCTION">ix</a></td> - </tr> -</table> -<p class="ml5 p0">Memoir of the late Rev. John Gregorson Campbell. His work as a -folk-lorist. The present work.</p> - - -<p class="center p150"><span class="smcap">Clan Traditions.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Macleans of Duart</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#MACLEANS_OF_DOWART">1</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Death of Big Lachlan Maclean</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#DEATH_OF_BIG_LACHLAN_MACLEAN">5</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Macleans of Coll</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#MACLEANS_OF_COLL">7</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Browns of Tiree</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#BROWNS_OF_TIREE">12</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Story of Mac an Uidhir</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_MAC-AN-UIDHIR">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Steeping the Withies</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#STEEPING_THE_WITHIES">24</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Little John of the White Bag</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#LITTLE_JOHN_OF_THE_WHITE_BAG">25</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Killing of Big Angus of Ardnamurchan</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_KILLING_OF_BIG_ANGUS_OF">26</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Last Cattle Raid in Tiree</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_LAST_CATTLE_RAID_IN_TIREE">29</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Lochbuie’s Two Herdsmen</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#LOCHBUIES_TWO_HERDSMEN">32</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Finlay Guivnac</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#FINLAY_GUIVNAC">44</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Big Dewar of Balemartin</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#BIG_DEWAR_OF_BALEMARTIN_TIREE">51</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Big Lad of Dervaig</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_BIG_LAD_OF_DERVAIG">53</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Donald Gorm of Sleat</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#STORY_OF_DONALD_GORM_OF_SLEAT">59</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Donald Gorm of Moidart</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#DONALD_GORM_IN_MOIDART">62</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Black Raven of Glengarry</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_BLACK_RAVEN_OF_GLENGARRY">63</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Old Wife’s Headland</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CAILLEACH_POINT_OR_THE_OLD_WIFES">65</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Tradition of Islay</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#A_TRADITION_OF_ISLAY">67</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Fair Lachlan of Dervaig</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#FAIR_LACHLAN_SON_OF_FAIR_NEIL_OF_DERVAIG">70</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p class="center p150"><span class="smcap">Legendary History.</span></p> - - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Princess Thyra of Ulster and her Lovers</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#PRINCESS_THYRA_OF_ULSTER_AND_HER_LOVERS">74</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Garlatha of Harris</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#GARLATHA">80</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</span></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<p class="center p150"><span class="smcap">Stories about the Fairies.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">A Housewife and her Fairy Visitor</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TRADITION_OF_A_HOUSEWIFE_AND_HER">83</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Wise Woman of Duntulm and the Fairies</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_WISE_WOMAN_OF_DUNTULM_AND">86</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p class="center p150"><span class="smcap">Folk Tales.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Two Brothers</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TWO_BROTHERS">91</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Two Sisters and the Curse</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TWO_SISTERS_AND_THE_CURSE">95</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">How the Daughter of the Norse King thinned -the Woods of Lochaber</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_DARK_OR_PITCH-PINE_DAUGHTER_OF_THE">101</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">How O’Neil’s Hair was made to Grow</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#ONEIL">108</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p class="center p150"><span class="smcap">Beast Fables.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Wolf and the Fox</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_WOLF_AND_THE_FOX">115</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Fox and the Bird</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_FOX_AND_THE_BIRD">119</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Wren</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_WREN">120</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Two Deer</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TWO_DEER">123</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Two Horses</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TWO_HORSES">124</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Two Dogs</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_TWO_DOGS">124</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">The Cat and the Mouse</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#THE_CAT_AND_THE_MOUSE">126</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p class="p150 center"><span class="smcap">Boy’s Games.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">King and Kite</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#KING_AND_KITE">128</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Parson’s Mare has gone Amissing</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#PARSONS_MARE">130</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl"><span class="smcap">Hide and Seek</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#HIDE_AND_SEEK">131</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - - -<p class="p150 center"><span class="smcap">Appendix.</span></p> - -<table class="fullwidth" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">I.—<span class="smcap">Finlay Guivnac</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#FINLAY_GUIVNAC_2">133</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">II.—<span class="smcap">Port Nan Long</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#PORT_NAN_LONG">133</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">III.—<span class="smcap">A Tradition of Morar</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#TRADITION_OF_MORAR">135</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdl">IV.—<span class="smcap">Letters from the late Campbell of Islay</span>,</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CORRESPONDENCE">138</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="PREFACE">PREFACE.</h2> -</div> - - -<p>It has been thought well and due, by those who knew the -late J. G. Campbell of Tiree, to give to the public more tales -collected by him, and his sister has made over the following -collection, selected by herself from among the tales gathered in -the course of many years. We send them forth as a fitting -memorial to his memory, and as another stone added to the -cairn lovingly erected by old friends. At the end will be found -a few letters which passed between the late minister and the -late Iain Campbell of Islay, showing the methods of collecting -followed by these two lovers of the folk-lore of their native -land, and which in consequence cannot but prove of interest -and value to those who have followed the steps of the gleaning -of folk-tales throughout the British Isles—we may add throughout -the world. These patient labourers in such fields were the -true pioneers of the movement in Scotland.</p> - -<p>Notes, where not otherwise stated, are the author’s or editors’; -those signed A.N. are due to Mr. Alfred Nutt; those signed -A.C. to the undersigned.</p> - -<p class="right mr5"> -<span class="smcap">Archibald Campbell.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p class="ml5"><i>Feb. 11, 1895.</i></p> - - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION.</h2> -</div> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Memoir of the late John Gregorson Campbell,<br/> -Minister of Tiree.</span></p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>[<i>The following Memoir is chiefly from information given by Mr. -Campbell’s sister, Mrs. Wallace of Hynish, thanks to whose -unwearied and sympathetic assistance it was that the previous -volume in the series, ‘The Fians,’ was made ready for and -passed through the press, and that the present volume has -been selected and put together from the mass of the material -left by the author</i>].</p> -</div> - - -<p>John Gregorson Campbell was born at Kingairloch, in -Argyllshire, in the year 1836, the second son and fourth child -of Captain Campbell of the <i>Cygnet</i> and of Helen MacGregor, -his wife. The fondness for study, the devotion to his native -literature and lore, which were such marked features of his life, -and which earned for him an abiding reputation as a Gaelic -student, would seem to have been his by birthright. His -maternal grandfather was an ardent Gael, as may be judged by -the letters that passed between him and Dr. Mackintosh. On -his mother’s side he was descended from Duncan MacGregor, -13th in direct descent from the first MacGregor who settled at -Roro, in Glenlyon, Perthshire, whilst through a paternal -ancestor he traced back to a race that had had dealings with -the ‘good people,’ and on whom a <i>bean shith</i> had laid the spell -‘they shall grow like the rush and wither like the fern’ (<i>fàsaidh -iad mar an luachair ’s crìonaidh iad mar an raineach</i>).</p> - -<p>The house of his birth on the shores of Loch Linnhe was -small and lonely, and when he was three years of age his parents -removed to Appin. His childhood was that of many young<span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</span> -Highlanders. From earliest boyhood he attended the parish -school in the Strath of Appin, walking daily with his older -sisters the long stretch that separated it from his father’s home. -He loved to recall his early schooldays, and their memory was -ever dear to him. He had learnt more, he was wont to say in -after years, at that school than at all his other schools put -together. And on the hillside and along the valley, traversed -twice daily, he drank in a love for and knowledge of nature in -all her manifestations that remained to him as a priceless -possession throughout life. At ten he was sent to Glasgow for -further schooling, passed first through the Andersonian University, -and went thence to the High School, preparatory to -entering College. We have interesting glimpses of him at this -period. He seems to have been a dreamy, quick-witted but -somewhat indolent lad of whom his masters said, ‘if Campbell -likes to work no one can beat him’; hot-tempered too, as -Highlanders, rightly or wrongly, are credited with being. The -only Highlander in the school, he had doubtless much to put -up with. His Glasgow schoolfellows had probably as little -liking for Highlanders as Baillie Nicol Jarvie himself, and -many were the petty persecutions he had to endure. He has -himself related how he suffered several hours imprisonment for -fighting another boy ‘on account of my country.’ Like all who -are steadily bilingual from early youth he recognised how -powerful an intellectual instrument is the instinctive knowledge -of two languages, and was wont to insist upon the aid he had -derived from Gaelic in the study of Hebrew and Latin. To -one familiar with the complex and archaic organisation of -Gaelic speech the acquisition of these languages must indeed -be far easier than to one whose first knowledge of speech is -based upon the analytic simplicity of English.</p> - -<p>From the High School he gladly passed to College, where a -happier life and more congenial friendships awaited him. He -had many Highland fellow-students, and at this early date his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</span> -love for the rich stores of oral tradition preserved by his -countrymen manifested itself. He sought the acquaintance of -good story-tellers, and began to store up in his keenly retentive -memory the treasure he has been so largely instrumental in -preserving and recording.</p> - -<p>After leaving college he read law for awhile with Mr. Foulds. -In his lonely island parish he later found his legal training -of the utmost assistance. Many were the disputes he was -called upon to settle, and, as he has recorded, few there were -of his parishioners who needed to take the dangerous voyage to -the Sheriff’s court on a neighbouring island. At once judge -and jury his decisions commanded respect and acquiescence. -At this period, and for some time previously, his interest in and -mastery of Gaelic legendary lore are shown by the fact that he -acted as Secretary to the Glasgow University Ossianic Society, -founded in 1831 by <i>Caraid nan Gàidheal</i>, and still flourishing.</p> - -<p>His thoughts and aspirations had early turned towards the -church, and in 1858 he was licensed by the Presbytery of -Glasgow. But suffering as he then was from the effects of -inflammation of the lungs, the result of a chill caught in his -student days, and the effects of which were perceptible throughout -life, he was forbidden to preach for six months. The -interval, spent in recruiting his shattered health, was profitable -to his growing zeal for folk-lore studies. In Ayrshire or at -Blair Athole he showed himself a keen and sympathetic -collector of floating oral tradition.</p> - -<p>In 1860 he accepted the appointment to the united parishes -of Tiree and Coll from the Duke of Argyll, and took up the -work which was to occupy the remaining thirty years of his -life. It is to be wished that a sphere of activity more commensurate -with his abilities had been accepted by him, as when -he was offered the assistantship of St. Columba, Glasgow, and -he seems at times to have felt as much. But such thoughts -were certainly no hindrance to the performance of his duty,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</span> -interpreted in the largest and most liberal sense. He was the -guide and counsellor of his flock, who turned to him with -unfailing confidence for advice, exhortation, or reproof. An -amusing instance of his parishioners’ belief in his capacity may -be cited; a sailor lad from Tiree got, as sailor lads will, into -some row in Spain and was marched off to jail. He took the -matter philosophically, remarking, ‘so long as the minister is -alive I know they can’t hurt me’ (<i>bha fhios agam co fad’s a bha ’m -ministear beò nach robh cunnart domh</i>). The esteem and affection -in which he was held by his parishioners were cordially -reciprocated by him. He is reported as saying that nowhere -could be found a more intelligent community than the Duke’s -tenantry in Tiree, and in the preface to Volume IV. of the -present series he bears witness to the knowledge, intelligence, -and character of his informants.</p> - -<p>We do not go far wrong in conjecturing that the minister’s -zealous interest for the preservation and elucidation of the -native traditions was not the least potent of his claims upon the -respect and love of his flock. How keenly the Highlander -still treasures these faint echoes of the past glories and sorrows -of his race is known to all who have won his confidence. -Unhappily it has not always been the case that this sentiment -has been fostered and turned to good account by the natural -leaders of the people as it was by John Gregorson Campbell.</p> - -<p>In the guidance of his people, in congenial study, in correspondence -with Campbell of Islay and other fellow-workers, -specimens of which will be found in the appendix (<i>infra</i> 138), -time passed. His mother died in 1890 at the manse, -and his health, for long past indifferent, broke down. The -last years of his life were solaced and filled by the work he -prepared for the present series. At last, Nov. 22nd, 1891 -he passed from his labours and sufferings into rest, the rest of -one who had well earned it by devotion to duty and to the -higher interests of his race.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiii">[Pg xiii]</span></p> - -<p>In person Campbell was tall and fair, with deep blue eyes -full of life and vivacity. He was noted at once for the kindliness -of his manner, and for the shrewd causticity of his wit. -The portrait which serves as frontispiece is taken from the only -available photograph, and represents him in middle life.</p> - - -<p class="center p2"><span class="smcap">His Work as a Folk-Lorist.</span></p> - -<p>The Gaels of Scotland cannot be accused of indifference to -the rich stores of legend current among the people. From the -days of the Dean of Lismore, in the late 15th century, onwards, -there have not been wanting lovers and recorders of the old -songs and stories. Unfortunately, in the 18th century, a new -direction was given to the national interest in the race traditions -by the Macpherson controversy. I say unfortunately, because -attention was thereby concentrated upon one section of tradition -to the neglect of others equally interesting and beautiful, -and false standards were introduced into the appreciation and -criticism of popular oral literature. Valuable as are the -materials accumulated in the Report of the Highland Society, -and generally in the voluminous literature which grew up round -Macpherson’s pretentions, they are far less valuable than they -might be to the folk-lorist and student of the past, owing to the -misapprehension of the real points both of interest and at issue. -Two generations had to pass away before Scotch Gaelic folk-lore -was to be studied and appreciated for itself.</p> - -<p>To Campbell of Islay and the faithful fellow-workers whom he -knew how to inspire and organise, falls the chief share in this -work, belongs the chief honour of its successful achievement. -The publication of the <i>Popular Tales of the West Highlands</i> -was epoch-making, not only in the general study of folk-lore, -but specially for the appreciation and intelligence of Gaelic -myth and romance. No higher praise can be given to John -Gregorson Campbell than that his folk-lore work is full of -the same uncompromising fidelity to popular utterance, the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</span> -same quick intuition into, and sympathetic grasp of popular -imagination as Islay’s. His published work has indeed a -somewhat wider range than that of <i>Leabhar na Feinne</i> and -the <i>Popular Tales of the West Highlands</i>, as it deals also -with those semi-historic traditions, the nearest equivalent the -literature of these islands can show to the Icelandic family sagas, -which Islay excluded from the two collections he issued. The -following is a complete list, so far as can be ascertained, of -the published writings of John Gregorson Campbell, in so far as -they relate to the legendary romance, history and folk-lore of -Gaelic Scotland.</p> - - -<p class="center p2 p105"><span class="smcap">In the “Celtic Review,”</span> (1881–85).</p> - -<p> -No. I. p. 61, West Highland Tale: How Tuairisgeal Mòr was -put to death.</p> - -<p class="mlhalf"> - ” II. p. 115, The Muileartach: a West Highland Tale.<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> -</p> - -<p class="mlhalf"> - ” III. p. 184, West Highland Tale: How Fionn went to the -Kingdom of Big Men.<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> -</p> - -<p class="mlhalf"> - ” IV. p. 262, West Highland Tale: MacPhie’s Black Dog. -</p> - - -<p class="center p2 p105"><span class="smcap">In the Transactions of the Inverness Gaelic Society.</span></p> - -<p> -Vol. XIII. (1888) p. 69, Tale of Sir Hallabh O’Corn.</p> - -<p><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">” XIV. (1889) p. 78, Healing of Keyn’s Foot.</span> -</p> - -<p><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">” XV. (1890) p. 46, Fionn’s Ransom.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">” XVI. (1891) p. 111, The Pigmies or Dwarfs (<i>Na h-Amhuisgean</i>).</span><br /> -</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">” XVII. (1892) p. 58, The Fuller’s Son or School of Birds.</span><br /> -</p> - - -<p class="center p2 p105"> -<span class="smcap">In the Celtic Magazine, Vol. XIII</span>, (1887–88.) -</p> - -<p> -No. 148, p. 167, Battle of Gavra or Oscar’s Hymn.<br /> -</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 1em;">” 149, p. 202, do. do. do. (Continued).<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></span><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</span></p> -<p class="center p2 p105"><span class="smcap">Highland Monthly.</span></p> - -<p>Vol. I. No. 10. p. 622, Introduction, &c.</p> - - -<p class="center p2 p105"><span class="smcap">Waifs and Strays of Celtic Tradition.</span></p> - -<p>Argyllshire Series, No. I.: The Good Housewife (p. 54–69).</p> - -<p>Argyllshire Series, No. IV.: The Fians: or Stories, Poems, and -Traditions of Fionn and his Warrior Band. Collected entirely -from oral sources. 1891.</p> - -<p class="p2">In presenting his material to the English reader Campbell may -profitably be compared with Islay. In few ways was the -work of the latter more fruitful than in his mode of rendering -Gaelic into English. It is impossible, for instance, to look at -the work done of late by the distinguished Irish folk-lorists who -are adding a new chapter to Gaelic romance, at the work of -Douglas Hyde and W. Larminie and Jeremiah Curtin, and not -recognise how much in point of colour and tone and smack -of the soil their translations excel those of the pre-Campbell -generation. Islay may, at times, have pushed his theory of -idiomatic fidelity too far, occasionally where he aims at a -rendering he achieves a distortion, but as a whole the effect of -strange, wild, archaic atmosphere and medium is given with -unerring—one would call it skill, did one not feel that it is the -outcome of a nature steeped in the Gaelic modes of conception -and expression, and bold enough to invent the English requisite -to give an adumbration of them. For indeed the speech of -the <i>Popular Tales</i> is a distinctive variety of English, deserving -study both from the philologist and the artist in words. Islay -himself never handled this speech to better effect than did John -Gregorson Campbell in the fine tale, for instance, of Sir Olave -O’Corn (<i>Gaelic Soc. of Inverness</i>, Vol. XIII.), or in the -<i>Muileartach</i> (<i>Waifs and Strays</i>, Vol. IV.), though as a rule he -keeps closer than Islay to the ordinary standard of English -expression. Readers of this volume cannot fail to note the -exceeding skill with which the pithy, imaginative turns of -thought, so plentiful in the original, are rendered into English.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvi">[Pg xvi]</span> -The reader is at once taken out of nineteenth century civilisation, -and, which is surely the first thing required from the -translator, by the mere sound and look of the words carried -back into an older, wilder, simpler and yet, in some ways, more -artificially complex life. The difficulty of rendering Gaelic into -English does not lie in the fact of its possessing a rude -simplicity which the more sophisticated language is incapable -of reproducing, but rather in that, whilst the emotions and -conceptions are close to the primitive passions of nature in a -degree that our civilisation has long forsworn, the mode of -expression has the richness of colour and elaborate artificiality -of a pattern in the Book of Kells. To neglect the latter -characteristic is to miss not only a salient feature of the original -but to obscure the significance of a dominant factor in the -evolution of Gaelic artistry.</p> - -<p>That Campbell, like Islay, felt the paramount necessity -of endeavouring to reproduce the formal characteristics of -his Gaelic text is certain; like Islay, he too, had the true -scholar’s regard for his matter. To put down what he -heard, to comment upon what he found, was his practice. -It seems obvious, but many collectors neglect it all the same. -Nor in his essays at interpretation is he other than in full -sympathy with his subject. He not only understands but -himself possesses the mythopoeic faculty, and if this is -endowed with a wider knowledge, a more refined culture than -belonged to the Gaelic bards who first gave these songs and -stories their present shape, or to the peasants and fishermen who -lovingly repeat them, it differs in degree only, not in kind. It -may be doubted that the framers of the <i>Muileartach</i> consciously -embodied the conceptions which Campbell has read into the -old poem (<i>Waifs and Strays</i>, IV. pp. 131–135), but I think -it certain that he does but give shape with the precision of a -a higher culture to ideas which, with them, never emerged from -the stage of mythic realisation.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</span></p> - - -<p class="center p2"><span class="smcap">The Present Work.</span></p> - -<p>Most of the matter contained in the present volume had been -partially, if not definitely, prepared for press by the author. -The choice and arrangement are largely due to his sister, Mrs. -Wallace, his devoted fellow-worker. Still it must not be forgotten -that we have here a collection of posthumous remains -which have not enjoyed the benefit of the author’s final shaping -and revision. But it has been judged best by the editors of -the series to preserve these remains substantially as they were -left, with a minimum of indispensable revision. The volume -may lose in other respects, but it is, at all events, the work of -the author and not of his editor friends. The latter have -felt that regard for the genuineness of Mr. Campbell’s text was -the first of their duties towards his memory.</p> - -<p>This volume thus represents the contents of Campbell’s -note-books rather than provides such an ordered collection of -material, bearing upon a particular section of Gaelic folk-lore, -as he has furnished in the preceding volume of this series. -But for this very reason it yields better evidence to the wealth -and variety of Gaelic popular tradition. A large portion of -the book is local legendary matter, and is closely analogous to -what the Icelandic Sagas must have been in one stage of their -development, a stage overlaid by the artistry of a greater school -of prose story tellers than ever took the sagas of Gaelic Scotland -in hand. Professor York Powell has well analysed the -phase through which such stories as those of Burnt Njal or -Egil Skallagrimm’s son must have passed before they reached -the form familiar to us.<a id="FNanchor_4" href="#Footnote_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> He describes the popular narrator -working up a mass of local, fairly authentic detail about his -hero, running it into a conventional mould, and then fitting the -result into a scheme of wider historic scope. The Gaelic -matter preserved alike by Mr. Campbell in this volume and by<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</span> -Mr. MacDougall in the first volume of the series has not got -beyond the local anecdote stage, though, as in the variant forms -of the tale of the Grizzled Lad and MacNeill (p. 5, -<i>et seq.</i>), we can see the conventionalizing process at work, -accentuating certain details, discarding others, with the view of -transmuting the blurred photographic variety of life into the -clear-cut unity of art. But the process is rudimentary. It is -strange that this should be so considering the wealth of conventional -situations that lay ready to the hand of the Gaelic -story teller in the highly elaborated sagas of Cuchulainn and of -Finn, for the purpose of moulding the achievements of historical -Campbells, MacLeans and MacNeills, into a satisfactory artistic -form. Such convention as is apparent in these scraps of sagas -is related to that of the folk-tale rather than to that of the great -heroic legends. An interesting example is afforded by the -story of Mac an Uidhir. This may well have a basis of fact, -indeed Campbell cites an actual analogue, but it has been run -into the shape of an ordinary separation and timely-recognition -folk-tale. Other instances will present themselves to the reader -and afford instructive study of the action and reaction upon -each other of folk-life and oral narrative legend.</p> - -<p>Any fresh addition of moment to the considerable recorded -mass of Scottish local historic tradition increases the wonder -that material of such vigour and interest, full of the clash of -fierce primitive passion, rich in character, should have had -so little literary outcome. The stuff is not inferior to that of -the Icelandic tales, but instead of a first-rate contribution to -the world’s literature we have only a chaos of unworked up -details. Yet during the time that these implanted themselves -and took shape in the popular memory, Gaelic story-tellers, -elaborating and perpetually readapting the old mythic and -heroic traditions of the race, were producing narratives of rare -and exquisite charm. Perplexity is intensified if, as Professor -Zimmer maintains, the Norsemen learnt the art of prose narrative<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</span> -from the Irish and developed the great school of Icelandic -story telling on lines picked up in Gaeldom. Certain it is that the -Irish annals, relating the events of the 3rd to 9th centuries, -which assumed their present shape sometime in the 10th -to the 12th centuries, contain a large amount of historic -narrative that is closely allied in form and spirit to the contemporary -Scotch Gaelic sagas. There is the same directness -of narrative, the frequent picturesqueness of incident, the pithy -characterisation; there is also the same failure to throw the -material into a rounded artistic form, and, most curious of all -resemblances, the conventions at work distorting historic fact -are those of the folk-tale rather than of the national heroic -epos. I would cite in this connection certain episodes of the -Boroma<a id="FNanchor_5" href="#Footnote_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> (in itself an admirable example of the failure of Gaelic -story tellers to work up into satisfying form very promising -historical material) such as that of Cumascach’s visit to -Brandubh, or again many passages in the stories about Raghallach -and Guaire. The whole subject is, as nearly everything -else in the record of Gaelic letters, fraught with fascinating -perplexities. The present writer can but here, as he has so -often done before, make a big note of interrogation and trust -that Gaelic scholars on both sides the water will consider the -problem worth study, and succeed in solving it.</p> - -<p>I note those points which interest me as a student of tradition -in general, and of Celtic tradition in particular. For most -readers these scraps of local history derive their chief value -from the vivid light they flash back upon the past, from the -evidence they yield of the wild, fierce—I had almost written -savage—life from which we are separated by so few generations.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</span> -Some there may be to mourn for the past. Not a few Highland -landlords will possibly regret the good old days when the -MacLean planted his gallows in the midst of the island of -Tiree, and the last comer with his rent knew what awaited him -(p. 13). Truly a more effectual means of getting in the money -than by writ which the sheriff cannot execute.</p> - -<p>The remainder of the volume comprises matter more upon -the usual folk-lore lines; much, familiar already but valuable -in the good variant form here recorded, much again novel, like -the curious tale of the Princess Thyra and her lovers. Taken -in conjunction with the author’s previous volume in this series -on the Finn tradition as still living in the Western Highlands, -the whole offers a faithful picture of the imagination, memory, -and humour of the Gaelic peasant playing round the old-time -beliefs, stories and customs handed down to him from his -forefathers.</p> - -<p class="right mr5"> -<span class="smcap">Alfred Nutt.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p class="p2">I append a list of the chief informants from whom Mr. -Campbell derived the material contained in Vol. IV. and V. of -the Argyllshire series of <i>Waifs and Strays of Celtic Tradition</i>.</p> - -<ul class="index"> -<li> -Malcolm MacDonald, Scarnish, Tiree.</li> -<li>Malcolm MacLean, Kilmoluaig, Tiree.</li> -<li>Hugh MacDonald, do. do.</li> -<li>John MacLean, (bard), Balemartin, Tiree.</li> -<li>Hugh Macmillan, (tailor), Tobermory.</li> -<li>Angus MacVurrich, Portree, Skye.</li> -<li>Duncan Cameron, (constable), Tiree.</li> -<li>Allan MacDonald, Mannal, Tiree.</li> -<li>Donald Mackinnon, Balevoulin, Tiree.</li> -<li>John Cameron, (<i>Iain MacFhearchar</i>), Balevoulin, Tiree.</li> -<li>Archibald Mackinnon, (<i>Gilleasbuig ruadh nan sgeirean dubha</i>), Tiree.</li> -<li>Donald Cameron, Ruaig, Tiree.</li> -<li>Donald MacDonald, Mannal, Tiree.</li> -<li>Malcolm Sinclair, Balephuil, Tiree.</li> -<li>John MacArthur, (tailor), Moss, Tiree.</li> -<li>Duncan MacDonald, Caolis, Tiree.</li> -<li>Neil MacLean, (the elder), Cornaig, Tiree.</li> - -</ul> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> Reprinted The Fians. p. 131–158.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> Reprinted The Fians. p. 175–191.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="label">[3]</a> Reprinted The Fians, p. 28–48.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_4" href="#FNanchor_4" class="label">[4]</a> Folk-Lore, June, 1894.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_5" href="#FNanchor_5" class="label">[5]</a> The <i>Boroma</i>, the story of the tribute imposed upon Leinster -by Tuathal Techtmar in the second century and remitted in the -sixth century, has been edited and translated by Mr. Whitley -Stokes, (<i>Rev. Celt.</i>) and by Mr. Standish Hayes O’Grady in -<i>Silva Gadelica</i>.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CLAN_TRADITIONS">CLAN TRADITIONS.</h2> -</div> - - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="MACLEANS_OF_DOWART">MACLEANS OF DOWART.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The first MacLeans, Wily Lachlan (<i>Lachunn Lùbanach</i>), and -Punctilious Hector (<i>Eachann Reanganach</i>), came to Dunolly to -MacDougall. He sent them provisions and made his men -watch to see if they were gentlemen. It was inferred they -were, from their paring cheese, or, throwing the remains of -their food to the dogs. On leaving Dunolly they came to Aros -in Mull. This word Aros is the one regularly used to denote a -royal residence or palace, and the Lords of the Isles claiming -an independent sovereignty, their residence in Mull came to be -called Aros, a name which it still retains. Their residence in -the north was Duntulm, and in the Sound of Mull, Aros and -Ardtornish. The view from the old castle of Aros up and -down the Sound is very commanding, and that from Ardtornish -is equally so. The MacLeans on coming to Aros found -<i>Peddle Mòr</i> (a south country ploughman to <i>MacCónnuill</i> of the -Isles) who sent them food, but gave no knife and fork, telling -them to put hen’s bills on (<i>guib-chearc</i>) to take it. On coming -to him they found him bending to repair a failing in the plank -board (<i>fàillinn na fliuch-bhùird</i>), or keel board, of a galley -(<i>birlinn</i>) with which he was to go to meet his master.</p> - -<p>The Lords of the Isles to make their estate appear greater -employed, from the name, evidently a south countryman at -agricultural work, hence the name Peddle which is not of -Highland origin. They struck off his head and went themselves -to meet MacCónnuill whom they took prisoner, and -brought to MacDougall. He however would take nothing to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span> -do with the captive. At the advice of an old man they then -returned with their prisoner to Aros, and got him pledged to -give his daughter to one of them. Lachlan married the -daughter and got Dowart.</p> - -<p>It is said by some that Hector was the oldest of the two -brothers, and that when MacCónnuill the Lord of the Isles was -out pleasure-sailing with his daughter, the brothers overtook his -galley and seizing him said “The omen of your capture has -overtaken you” (“<i>Tha manadh do ghlacaidh ort</i>”). He had -no ransom to offer but his daughter and lands. Lachlan took -the daughter, and with her he got the lands of Dowart. The -other got the lands of Lochbuy. MacCónnuill gave for food -to the child born of the Dowart marriage Little Hernisker with -its twenty-four islands (<i>Earnasgeir bheag le ’cuid eileanan</i>). -Afterwards, at Ardtornish, the fourth or fifth descendant of -Dowart asked the then Lord of the Isles for a livelihood -(<i>màthair bheathachaidh</i>). He got the reply, “Jump the wall -where it is lowest” (“<i>Leum an gàradh far an ìsle e</i>”) which -led to Ardgour being taken from MacMaster, who was known -at the time to be no favourite with the Lord of the Isles, and -the attack made upon his land was readily commuted into a -chartered possession. The tradition is as follows:</p> - -<p>The Lord of the Isles was lying sick at Ardtornish. The -MacCónnuill, now commonly called MacDonald, claimed a -jurisdiction independent of the Scottish Crown till about 1493 -<span class="allsmcap">A.D.</span> or thereabouts, and many if not all the chiefs of the -Western Highlands and Islands paid him court. Among -others MacMaster, chief, or proprietor, of Ardgour, came -to pay his respects at that time. Ventilation was not -then so much regarded in the case of the sick as it is -now, and MacMaster, being offended at some breath from the -sick chamber, said <i>Fùich, fùich</i>, an expression of disgust and -offence. Unfortunately for himself the inadvertent expression -was made a handle of, and was never forgiven to MacMaster<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span> -by the Lord of the Isles. In consequence, when the Laird of -Dowart, who was married to a near relative of his, came to ask -for a means of livelihood (<i>màthair bheathachaidh</i>) to the child -born of his marriage with the kinswoman of the Lord of the -Isles, the potentate said to him, “Jump the wall where it is -lowest” (<i>Leum an gàradh far an ìsle e</i>). The youth or young -man being now of age to shift for himself, a company of men -and a boat was given him by his father, and he made for -Ardgour. A battle was then fought and MacMaster was -defeated. One of MacMaster’s sons, who was surnamed the -Fox (<i>An sionnach</i>), possibly because weakness often seeks to -protect itself by wiliness and deceit or any other artifice that -will give protection. In these stormy days any such means -were more excusable. The Fox made his way to go across at -Corran to the mainland after the battle. His father’s fisherman -was then fishing in the neighbourhood of the ferry at Red Bay -(<i>Port Dearg</i>), and the Fox called to him to throw him across -to the other side. The fisherman who rejoiced in the cacophonous -name of Carrascally (<i>Mac-a-Charrusglaich</i>), was deaf -to his cry, and he only said that the cuddie fish was taking well -(“<i>Gu ’n robh gabhail mhaith air na cudainnean</i>”) or that he -lost his oars, and the young MacMaster had to hide himself in -the adjoining wood. When the MacLeans came to the place, -Carrascally said that there was a fox of the MacMasters still -hiding in the wood, and the MacLeans pursued him. The -cairn, or heap of stones, is still shown where the Fox was -overtaken and slain.</p> - -<p>Some say it was MacMaster himself, and not his son, who -was flying after the defeat by the MacLeans, and was refused -to be ferried by the fisherman, and that his son who was called -the Fox, and had committed some fraud when abroad, was -caught in Inverscaddel wood and was stabbed by MacLean.</p> - -<p>The fisherman, who was rascally in more than name, came -to MacLean and made claim to having done good service in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span> -having refused to help the fugitive; and in having pointed out -that he was still in the wood. MacLean upon this put up -three oars and made a gallows with them, on which he hanged -the fisherman, or Carrascally, at the hangman’s cove (<i>Port-a-chrochaire</i>), -saying if he had treated his master as he said he -had done, it might be his turn another day, and the fisherman’s -cunning recoiling upon himself has passed into a proverb “The -officiousness, or discretionary power of MacCarrascally chasing -MacMaster’s Fox,” (“<i>Meachanus Mhic a’ Charrasglaich ruith -Sionnach Mhic a’ Mhaighstir</i>”). The MacLeans have ever -since retained Ardgour, and have been esteemed for their -position as Highland proprietors. Their title in Gaelic is -<i>Mac-’Ic-Eoghain</i> (the son of the son of Hugh). The son of -the son of, or grandson, (<i>Mac-’Ic-</i>) being the word used in the -Highlands of Scotland as the patronymic of Chiefs, instead of -the O, or Grandson, used in Ireland, as O’ Donnell, O’ Brian, -O’ Meagher, &c. Thus, the son of the son of Patrick (<i>Mac-’Ic-Phàdruig</i>) -denotes Grant of Glenmoriston; the son of the -son of Alexander (<i>Mac-’Ic-Alasdair</i>), the Chief of Glengarry; -son of the son of Hector (<i>Mac-’Ic-Eachuinn</i>), MacLean who -had once Kingairloch. The title of some Chiefs is only son -of (<i>Mac</i>); as, Lochiel is known as the son of Dark Donald -(<i>Mac Dho’uil Duibh</i>). The leading Highland Chief is known as -<i>Mac Cailein</i> (the son of Colin). The House of Argyll derives -its Gaelic title from Colin, who was slain in a clan feud at the -battle on the mountain known as the String of Lorn (<i>An -t-Sreang Lathurnach</i>) when the ford, known as the Red Ford -(<i>Ath Dearg</i>), ran red with blood.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="DEATH_OF_BIG_LACHLAN_MACLEAN" title="DEATH OF BIG LACHLAN MACLEAN, CHIEF OF DUART."> -DEATH OF BIG LACHLAN MACLEAN,<br/> -CHIEF OF DUART,—<br /> -<span class="p85">(<i>Lachunn Mòr Dhuart</i>).</span></h3></div> - - -<p class="p1_5">The Chiefs of Duart were among the most powerful and -influential chiefs in the Highlands. Their power was absolute, -bearing the control of neither King nor Parliament, and there -are many stories shewing that they were very unsparing in -visiting with their vengeance, and even taking the lives of those -who offended them.</p> - -<p>A very notorious sea-robber and land plunderer of whom -there are many tales in the Isle of Skye raised a <i>creach</i>, or -cattle-spoil, from MacDonald Lord of the Isles, who then -occupied a fort on the site of the present manse of Kilchoman -in Islay. He managed also to circulate a report that it was the -MacLeans from Mull who were the depredators. At that time -MacLean, Duart, was ambitious to be overlord of a great -part of Islay, and <i>Lachunn Mòr</i> came with a band of followers -to Gruinard beach in the neighbourhood of the fort.</p> - -<p>It is said that before leaving Mull, he was standing on the roof -of Aros Castle which overlooks the Sound of Mull and on its -being pointed out that an expedition to Islay would be very -dangerous to his men, he said, that he did not care though -there should not be a MacLean in Mull except those descended -from himself. Neither he himself nor his men came back -from the ill-fated expedition. After landing at Gruinard beach -(<i>Tràigh Ghrunnard</i>) he was met by the MacDonalds. A little -man, known in tradition as the Black Elf (<i>Dubh Sith</i>) and -(<i>Ochd-rann bodaich</i>), or eighth part of a man—[In Scotch the -eighth part would be the lippie used for measuring grain and -meal. According to the table to be found in old Reckoning -Books a boll consists of two pecks and each peck of four lippies.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> -This makes each lippie equal to an eighth part of a boll],—offered -his services for the battle to MacLean, but the haughty -Chief rejected the offer with disdain. The Black Elf then -went to MacDonald, who accepted his offer; and during all the -current of the heady fight the dwarf was observed to follow -MacLean for an opportunity to kill him with an arrow. An -opportunity having at last occurred by MacLean lifting his -arm, an arrow was launched and MacLean was pierced on the -side, and fell with a deadly wound. Having lost their Chief -the MacLeans were routed with loss, and those who escaped -from the battle, having taken refuge in a neighbouring church, -were destroyed by the MacDonalds, who set the church on fire. -The body of Lachunn Mòr was taken on a sledge, there being -no wheeled vehicles in those days, to Kilchoman burying-ground. -Some say that the person who took him was his wife, -and others say it was his foster-mother. His head from the -motion of the sledge nodded in a manner that made the boy -who accompanied her laugh. She was so much offended at his -ill-timed merriment that she took a sword and killed him on -the spot. The site of this tragedy in Benviger is still pointed -out and the place where Lachunn Mòr himself was buried -is known to the people of the place although no headstone -marks it.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="MACLEANS_OF_COLL">MACLEANS OF COLL.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The Laird of Dowart was on his way to gather rent in Tiree, -and sent ashore to Kelis (<i>Caolas</i>), Coll, for meat (<i>biadhtachd</i>). -The woman of the house told MacLean was not worth sending -meat to, and Dowart kindly came ashore to see why she said -so. She said it because he was not taking Coll for himself. -Three brothers from Lochlin had Coll at the time, Big Annla -(<i>Annla Mòr</i>) in Loch Annla, another in <i>Dun bithig</i> in Totronald, -and the third in Grisipol hill. She had thirty men -herself fit to bear arms. Dowart went to Loch Annla fort late -in the evening alone, and was hospitably received. Annla’s -arrows were near the fire, and Dowart gradually edged near -them till he managed to make off with them. This led to a -fight at Grimsari and is perhaps the reason why Dowart encouraged -<i>Iain Garbh</i> to make himself master of Coll.</p> - -<p>Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) was the fourth MacLean,—others say -the first of Coll. When nine or twelve months old, his mother, -having become a widow, had married MacNeill of Barra, <i>Iain -Garbh</i> was sent by his step-father to Barra, in charge of a -nurse (<i>ban-altruim</i>). This woman was courted by a Barra-man, -whom, as her charge was a pretty boy, she at first refused. -Her lover, however, got word that <i>Iain Garbh</i> was to be killed -at MacNeill’s instigation, and told her. The three fled, in a -boat with two oars, from Barra during night. An eight-oared -galley (<i>ochd ràmhach</i>), with a steersman set off in chase. At -Sorisdale in Coll, beyond Eilereig, in the borderline (crìch) -between Sorisdale and Boust, there is a narrow sound, for -which both boats were making, and the little one was almost -overtaken. It was overtake and not overtake (<i>beir‘s cha bheir</i>).<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> -The little boat went through the sound (<i>caolas</i>) safely, but the -oars of the large boat were broken. Hence, ’The Sound of -Breaking Oars’ (<i>Caolas ’Bhriste-Ràmh</i>) is the name of the -Sound to this day. The little boat put to sea again, and was -lost to sight. The Barra men went to every harbour near, -“The Wooded Bay” (<i>Bàgh na Coille</i>) &c., where they thought -it might come, but they never saw it again. It is supposed it -went to Mull. There is no further mention of the Barra man -or the nurse. Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) went to Ireland, and -when well grown told the woman with whom he stayed that he -had a dream of a pile of oaten cakes (<i>tòrr de bhonnaich choirce</i>) -and a drip from the roof (<i>boinne snithe</i>), had fallen and gone -right through them. The woman said the dream meant he was -a laird of land (<i>ceannard fearainn</i>) and would get back his own. -On this he came to Mull, and having got men, of whom seven -were from Dervaig, the baldheaded black fellow, (<i>gille maol -dubh</i>) afterwards known as Grizzled Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) -being one of them with him, went to Coll. His companions -vowed to kill whatever living (<i>beò</i>) they fell in with first, after -landing in Coll. Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) had a mark on -the forehead by his having fallen on the edge of an iron pot. -His foster-mother (<i>muime</i>) was gathering shellfish (<i>buain maoraich</i>). -He went to speak to her, when he came behind her as -she stumbled, and she exclaimed, “God be with MacLean” -(“<i>Dia le Mac-’illeathain</i>”), “My loss that MacLean is not alive” -(“<i>Mo sgaradh nach bu mhairionn do Mhac-’illeathain</i>”). When -pressed to explain herself she said, “Conceal what I said: -many an unfortunate word women say” (“<i>Dean rùn maith -orm: is ioma facal tubaisdeach their na mnathan</i>”), and at last -he told her his story. It had been long foretold that he would -return. The Mull men came up, and the Grizzled Lad (<i>Gille -Riabhach</i>) was going to kill the woman, according to the vow. -Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) told who she was, and her life was -spared. She informed them that MacNeill sent a servant<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span> -every day from Grisipol House, where his headquarters were, -to Breacacha for news. If all was well, the messenger was to -return riding slowly with his face to the horse’s tail; if any one -returned with him, a friend was to walk on the right of the -horse, a stranger (<i>fògarach</i>) on the left; and she said that he had -just left on his way home. Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) and his -companions left the Hidden Anchorage (<i>Acarsaid Fhalaich</i>) -and went to the top of the place called Desert (<i>Fàsach</i>). They -there saw the rider of the white horse at Arileòid. Stout John -(<i>Iain Garbh</i>) promised reward to any one who would intercept -him, before he reached Grisipol. The Grizzled Lad (<i>Gille -Riabhach</i>) said he would do so, if he got Dervaig, his -native place, rent free. MacLean promised this, but the -lad said, “Words may be great till it comes to solemn oaths” -(<i>Is mór briathran gun lughadh</i>), made him swear to the -deed. The Grizzled Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) set off, and above -the Broad Knoll (<i>Cnoc Leathan</i>) saw the horseman at the -township of Hough. When at the Stone of Moaning -(<i>Clach Ochanaich</i>), on the top of Ben Hough, he saw him -past Clabbach. He made for the road, near the present Free -Church Manse, and lay down, and pretending to be a beggar -began to hunt through his clothes. Where the Little Cairn of -the King’s Son (<i>Carnan mhic an Righ</i>) stands, the horseman -came up, was pulled off his horse and killed. The lad then -waited till his companions came up, and proceeded to Grisipol -with two on each side. It was dinner time, and his servant the -Black Lad (<i>Gille Dubh</i>) brought word to MacNeill of the party -coming. His wife, looking out of an opening, said one of the -party coming looked like her son. MacNeill exclaimed, “War -time is not a time for sleep” (“<i>Cha-n àm cadal an cogadh</i>”), -and went out to give battle. In the fight the Grizzled Lad -(<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) was hard pressed by the Black Lad, (<i>Gille -Dubh</i>), and sideways jumped the stream that runs past Grisipol -House at the place still known as the Grizzly Lad’s leap (<i>Leum<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span> -a’ Ghille Riabhaich</i>) to avoid the blow of the battle-axe. The -axe stuck in the ground, and before it was recovered, the -Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>), jumping back, threw off the -Black Lad’s (<i>Gille Dubh</i>) head. Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) was -hard pressed by MacNeill himself, and both were out in the -sea at the foot of the stream.</p> - -<p>“Disgrace on you MacLean, though it is enough that you -are being driven by the son of the skate-eating carl” (“<i>Miapadh -ort, a Mhic ’illeathainn, ’s leoir tha thu gabhail iomain roimh -Mhac bodach nan sgat</i>”), said the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) -coming up to them, and then calling to MacNeill, “I am not -in a mood to deceive you, there they are behind you” (“<i>Cha -bhi mi ’m brath foille dhuit, sin iad agad air do chùlthaobh</i>”), -and when MacNeill turned round the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille -Riabhach</i>) threw off his head with the axe. The MacNeills -fled and were beset and killed in the Hollow of bones (<i>Slochd-nan-cnàmh</i>) -in the lower part of Grisipol Hill (<i>Iochdar Beinn -Ghrisipol</i>). They then returned to Grisipol, and MacNeill’s -widow, Stout John’s (<i>Iain Garbh’s</i>) mother, held up her child -a suckling (<i>ciocharan</i>), that Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) might -spare him and acknowledge his own half-brother. He was for -sparing it, but the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) told him to -put the needle on the ploughshare (<i>cuir an t-snathad air -a’ choltar</i>). The child was killed.</p> - -<p>An additional if not a different account is:</p> - -<p>Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) first of Coll, when a boy, was -obliged to fly from Coll to Dowart, and his mother married -MacNeill of Barra. When he came of age, and was for -making good his claim to his native island, in raising the clan -he came to a widow’s house in Dervaig. She said her other -sons were away, or they would be at his service, and she had -only a big stripling of a grizzly looking lad (<i>Stiall mòr de ghille -riabhach</i>) if he choose to take him. He took him, and it was -well for him he did. It is said that this family of whom the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span> -Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) was one, and whose services were -at MacLean’s command, were Campbells. MacNeill kept a -man with a white horse at Arinagour, and if the MacLeans -were heard to land in the island, he was to ride off at full speed -to Breacacha. If anything was wrong the messenger was to -turn his head to the horse’s tail when he came in sight of -Breacacha. The Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) took across the -hill, where there is now a straight road, and intercepted this -rider. On hearing from him that MacNeill was at Grisipol, he -suddenly leapt behind him on the horse, and killed him with -his dirk. He rode back to his own party, and then slowly to -Grisipol where the MacNeills were at dinner.</p> - -<p>MacLean and his men were faint and weary for want of -food. They had not tasted anything since they left Mull. -They entered a tenant’s house and asked food. The man had -nothing for them, once he had enough, but since the MacLeans -had left the island, he had come to grief and poverty. He -said to Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) his heart warmed to him, he -was so like his ancient masters. On learning who they were -he gave all the milk he had to them.</p> - -<p>At the fight at Grisipol, the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) -was hard pressed by MacNeill’s body servant, who was armed -with a battle-axe. On the margin of the stream, as the axe -was raised to strike down, he leaped backwards, and upwards, -across the stream, and the place of the leap is still known as -the ‘Grizzly Lad’s leap’ (<i>Leum a’ Ghille Riabhaich</i>). The axe -went into the ground, and before MacNeill’s man could defend -himself the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) jumped back and -threw off his head.</p> - -<p>Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) himself was hard pressed by -MacNeill, and driven to the beach. The Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille -Riabhach</i>) came to his rescue. MacNeill’s wife cried out to -Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) her son by her first marriage, that his -enemies were coming behind him. The Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span> -Riabhach</i>) called out to him to watch his enemies in front, and -he would watch those behind.</p> - -<p>MacNeill and his men were killed. The Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille -Riabhach</i>) said he would take to flight and pretend to be one -of the MacNeills, of whom another party was coming to the -rescue from Breacacha. He fled and made signals to the -MacNeills to fly. They fled to a cave near the Hidden -Anchorage (<i>Acarsaid fhalaich</i>) where their bones are still -to be seen.</p> - -<p>When Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) entered Grisipol house, his -mother stood before him with a child, his half brother, on her -shoulder. She told him to look at his young brother smiling -at him. Stout John (<i>Iain Garbh</i>) was for sparing the infant -but the Grizzly Lad (<i>Gille Riabhach</i>) warned him, the child if -spared to come of age would avenge his father’s death, and he -himself stabbed the infant with his dirk on his mother’s -shoulder.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="BROWNS OF TIREE." id="BROWNS_OF_TIREE">BROWNS OF TIREE.<br /> -<span class="p85">(<i>Clann-a-Bhruthain</i>).</span></h3></div> - - -<p class="p1_5">The Browns of Tiree at the present day are called <i>Brunaich</i>, -sing. <i>Brunach</i>, evidently a word not of native origin, and -likely an adaptation of the English Brown. Brown as the -name of a colour is an English word but not Gaelic, the Gaelic -for it being <i>donn</i>, hence as a clan name many affirm that the -Brown of the present day is a corruption or modification of -<i>Bruthainn</i> certainly the older name, and till very recently, the -name given to a sept or portion of the Browns. There are also -many who maintain that the oldest form of all is <i>Mac-’ill-duinn</i>.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span> -Other explanations are also put forward in behalf of the origin -of the name, but none of them are satisfactorily conclusive. -The following story of how the Browns came first to Tiree is a -tradition as like to be true as any other. It was heard from a -native of the island, well acquainted with the traditions of his -countrymen.</p> - -<p>The wife of MacLean of Dowart was a daughter of the Lord -of the Isles. Her father on visiting her at Aros had found her -destitute of table-linen, and on her being spoken to on the subject, -she said that there was no place on the estate where lint could -be grown. Her father then gave her the island of Tiree as a -good flax-growing country, that she might not be open to that -reproach any longer. In this way the island of Tiree remained -in the possession of the Dowart family till the forfeiture of the -clan towards the end of the seventeenth century. The -MacLeans seem to have ruled the island with a rod of iron. -There is still shewn the hillock called the Bank of the Gallows -(<i>Bac na Croiche</i>), where the man who came in last with his -rent at collection time was hanged. A party of strong men -called ‘MacLean’s attributes’ (<i>buaidheanan Mhic-’illeathain</i>) -but more correctly oppressors and bullies, were kept in the -island to overawe the people.</p> - -<p>This wife of Dowart, with her galley and men, was at Croig -in Mull, awaiting for a passage across to Tiree. When the -men were getting the galley in order, a big strong man was -observed making his way to the boat. His appearance was -that of a beggar, with tattered and patched garments (<i>lùirichean</i>). -He quietly asked to be allowed a passage with them. The -master of the boat gruffly refused, saying, that they would not -allow one like him to be in the same boat with their mistress, -but the beggar said that his being there would make no -difference, and asked the favour of getting a passage from her. -She gave him permission and he seated himself at the end of -the boat furthest from her to avoid giving trouble to her. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span> -day was becoming boisterous; it was not long till the master -said that the wind was becoming too high, and the day unlikely. -A heavy sea was shipped wetting the Lady of Dowart, and the -beggar said to the master, “Can you not steer better than -that?” The master said “Could you do better?” The beggar -replied “It would not be difficult for me to do better than that -at any rate. Show me the direction where you wish to go,” -and on it being shewn to him he added “I think you may go -on that you will make land.”</p> - -<p>“What do you know?” the other said, “it is none of your -business to speak here.”</p> - -<p>The Lady then spoke, and said to the beggar, “Will you -take the boat there if you get the command of it?” He said -he would, and she gave orders to let him have the command. -He sat at the helm and told them to shorten sail, and make -everything taut, and now, the boat did not take in a thimbleful -of water. They made for Tiree, and the place come to was -the lower part of Hynish, at the furthest extremity of the -island. The first place of shelter which the beggar saw, he let -the boat in there. The little cove is still known as the Port of -the Galley (<i>Port-na-Birlinn</i>) on the south side of <i>Barradhu</i> -where the present dwellings belonging to the Skerryvore Lighthouse -are. The company landed safely, and on parting the -Lady of Dowart told the beggar man to come to see her at -Island House, where the residence of the Dowart family was at -that time, and which is still the proprietory residence of the -island. The name Island House is derived from its present -site having been formerly surrounded by the water of the fresh-water -lake near it. It communicated with the rest of the island -by means of a draw-bridge, but there being now no necessity -for this safeguard the space between the house and the shore -has been filled up, and the moated grange has become like -ordinary dwelling houses. The stranger wandered about for -some time, and then went to the Island House and was kindly<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span> -received. After a day or two, he thought it would be better to -get a house for himself, and the Lady of Dowart said that she -would give him any place that he himself would fix upon. -Apparently the island was not much tenanted then, and -according to the custom of the time, he got a horse with a -pack-saddle on, and on the ridge of the saddle (<i>cairb na -srathrach</i>), he put the upper and lower stones of a quern -(<i>bràthuinn</i>), one on each side of the horse, secured by a -straw, or sea-bent rope, and wherever the rope broke it was -lucky to build the house there. The beggar-man’s quern fell -at Sunny Spot (<i>Grianal</i>), now better known as Greenhill. He -built a bothy there, and a woman came to keep house for him. -By her he had a son, whom he would not acknowledge. When -the child was able to take care of itself she went again to him -with it that she might be free. He still refused to receive the -child and told her to avoid him. She then thought as she had -heard from him before where he came from, that she would -go with her son to his relatives in Ireland. When she arrived -there the child’s grandfather received her very kindly. She -stayed with him till her son had grown to manhood (<i>gus an -robh e ’na làn duine</i>). As she was about to return the grandfather -said to his grandson, “Which do you now prefer, to -follow your mother, or stay with me?” The lad said he would -rather follow his mother, and risk his fortune along with her. -They came back to Tiree again, and the son would give no -rest till they went to see his father. When they reached the -bothy the mother said “you will surely receive your son to-day -though you would not acknowledge him before.” But he would -not any more than at first. His son then took hold of him, -and putting his knee on his breast, said, “before you rise from -there you will own me as your lawful son, and my mother as -your married wife.” He did this and was set free. They then -lived together and built a house, and houses, and increased in -stock of cattle. One wild evening in spring, when they were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span> -folding the cattle, they observed a stout looking man of mean -appearance coming from Kilkenneth, still a township in that -part of the island, and making straight for the house.</p> - -<p>“I never saw a bigger man than that beggar,” said the son.</p> - -<p>“He is big,” the father said, “I well know what man it is; -he is coming after me, and I will lose my life this night, I -killed his brother, but it was not my fault, for if I had not -killed him, he would have killed me.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps you will not lose your life to-night yet,” said the -son, “be kind to him, and when he has warmed himself, ask -him to go out with us to kill a cow, for the night is cold.”</p> - -<p>The stranger came in and was made welcome. The old man -then said since there was a stranger, and the night chilly, they -better take a cow and kill it. They went out and brought in -the cow. The young man said to the stranger, “Which would -you rather, take the axe, or hold the cow’s horn?” (<i>Co dhiu b’ -fhearr leis an tuath na ’n adharc</i>). The stranger chose to hold -the horn, and the blow by which the beast was felled was so -sudden and unexpected that the stranger fell with it. The -youth immediately fell upon him and kept him down, saying, -“You will only have what you can do for yourself, till you tell -why you came here to-night (<i>Cha bhi agad ach na bheir thu g’ a -chionn gus an aidich thu ’de thug so an nochd thu</i>). He told -word for word how he came to avenge his brother’s death. -(<i>Dh’ innis e facal air an fhacal mar thainig e thoirt mach éirig -a bhràthair</i>).</p> - -<p>“You will not leave this alive” said the young man, “until -you promise not to molest my father while you remain in the -country.” The stranger vowed, if released he would not -offend anyone. He was allowed to remain and they passed the -night cheerfully and peacefully (<i>gu sona sàmhach</i>). The -stranger returned the way he came. The father and son then -settled together, and are said according to tradition, to have -been the first Browns in Tiree.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p> - -<p>Another version of the story is, that the first settler in -Greenhill was a Campbell, and that he was the maker of those -underground dwellings (<i>tighean falaich</i>) which still exist on -that farm; curious habitations, which are unlike any building -now in use, and worthy of closer examination by antiquarians. -It is said that there are buildings with similar entrances exposed -by sand blowing and covered with a great depth of earth in -Tra-vi at the distance of two miles or more further south.</p> - -<p>There is a precipice on the west side of Kenavara hill called -Mac-a-Bhriuthainn’s leap (<i>Leum Mhic-a-bhriuthainn</i>) which one -of this sept of Browns is said to have jumped across backwards, -and which no one has since jumped either backwards or -forwards. The one who took the jump is said to have been -chased by a wild ox, which pushed him over the hill, and if he -had not been a man of steady eye and limb, the fall would -have ended in sure destruction. The place where he leapt was -a ledge in the face of a precipice where the slightest overbalance -or weakness, would have precipitated him several -hundred feet into a dangerous and deep sea. No trained tightrope -dancer ever required more sureness of eye and limb than -must have been brought into action in this leap.</p> - -<p>In the top of the same hill (Kenavara) there is a well, -Briuthainn’s Well (<i>Tobar Mhic-a-Bhriuthainn</i>), which is said -to have its name from the first who came to the island having, -in his wanderings, subsisted on its water and wild water-cress.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_STORY_OF_MAC-AN-UIDHIR">THE STORY OF MAC-AN-UIDHIR.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The name Mac-an-Uidhir is not borne by any person now -living, so far as the writer is aware. Like many other names -it may have been changed into MacDonald, or some other -clan-name. When a person changed his name to that of some -other clan, or powerful chief, he was said to accept the name -and clanship (<i>Ainm ’sa chinneadhdas</i>). This name must, at -one time, however, have been common. The ford between -Benbecula and South Uist is called “The ford of the daughter -of Euar” (<i>Faoghail Nic an Uidhir</i>), and Nic-an-Uidhir is also -named by the Lochnell bard as a sister of Headless Stocking -(<i>Cas-a’-Mhogain</i>), a well-known witch, who lived so long ago -as when Ossian the poet was a boy (<i>giullan</i>).</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Did ever you hear mention</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Of Rough Foot-gear daughter of Euar?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She was young in Glenforsa,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When Ossian was a young boy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She was going about as a slip of a girl</div> - <div class="verse indent0">With Headless Stocking her sister.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am a wretched creature after them</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Not knowing what became of them.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(“An cuala sibhse riamh iomradh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mu Chaiseart Gharbh, Nic an Uidhir?</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bha i òg an Gleann Forsa</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nar bha Oisean ’na ghiullan;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bha i falbh ’s i ’na proitseach</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Le Cas-a’-Mhogain a piuthar.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S mise an truaghan ’nan déigh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S gun fhios gu de thainig riu.”)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p> -<p>The person of whom the following story is told, lived at -Hynish in the island of Tiree, and had become engaged to a -young woman in the neighbourhood. Between the espousal -and marriage, the engaged couple went with a party of friends -for a sail to Heisker, near Canna. The men of the party went -ashore seal-hunting and one of the young woman’s disappointed -suitors took advantage of the opportunity to get Mac-an-Uidhir -left behind, and coming back to the boat told that the intending -bridegroom had been drowned. By this lie he hoped to -make the bride despair of seeing her intended any more, and -by renewing his own attentions, to get her to consent to accept -himself. She, however, not believing that he was dead, said -that she would marry no one for a year and a day from the -date of his alleged drowning. [Heisker means high rock,<a id="FNanchor_6" href="#Footnote_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and -this one, near the island of Canna, is called the High Rock of -Windlestraws (<i>Heisgeir nan Cuiseag</i>). It has no one living on -it. At the present day a few young cattle are grazed upon it, -and a boat comes for them in spring from Canna, which lies to -the N.E. It is not otherwise visited except once or twice a -year by seal-hunters.]</p> - -<p>At first, Mac-an-Uidhir subsisted on birds and fish eaten -raw; after his powder and shot were expended, he had to keep -himself alive upon whelks, or whatever he could get along the -shore, principally whelks. This sort of shellfish is said to -keep a person alive though he should have no other means of -subsistence, till he becomes as black as the shield or wing of -the whelk (<i>co dubh ri sgiath faochaig</i>). The abandoned and -castaway youth lived in this way for three quarters of a year; -but at last he got away from the islet, and for the last three -months of the year was making his way home. He arrived on -the night on which the marriage of his intended to his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span> -unscrupulous rival was to take place. He went to the house -of his foster-mother, who did not know him, his appearance -through his privations having becoming so much changed, and, -he having asked to be allowed to remain for the night, she said -she was alone, and could not let a stranger like him stay. She -also told of the festivities in the neighbourhood, and said that -he had better pass the night there. He asked the occasion of -the festivities: she told him how her foster-son had been -drowned, and supplanted, and that this was the night of his -rival’s marriage, saying, “If they are happy I am sad, another -one being in the place of my foster-son” (<i>Ma tha iadsan -subhach tha mise dubhach dheth, fear eile bhi dol an àite mo -dhalta</i>). She then added, “this time last year, he perished -when he went with a party to hunt seals in Heisker; his -intended vowed that she would not marry for a year, in the -hope of his returning, as she had not been quite satisfied that -he had been drowned, and to-night the time is expired.” -“Let us go” he said, “to see them.”</p> - -<p>“You may go,” she replied, “but they are near enough to -me as it is.” He then asked her if she did not recognise him, -and told who he was, but she refused to believe him, saying -her dear child (<i>mo ghràdh</i>) could not be so much altered in the -time. He put the matter out of question by asking if she -would know her own handiwork, and shewing what was left of -the hose (<i>osain</i>) she had given him, to convince her. When -she saw the labour of her own hands (<i>saothair a làmh fhéin</i>), -she joyfully welcomed him, and went with him where the -marriage party were. Those who were there were surprised to -see her arrival, knowing the sad state in which she was at this -time of year, through the loss of her foster-child. They, -however, received the stranger as well as herself with the -utmost kindness. The bride made the remark, when the -stranger turned his back, that he was like Mac an Uidhir but -when his face was towards her he appeared like a stranger<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span> -whom she had never seen before; but that her heart warmed -towards him. The custom was then gone through of the -stranger drinking out of the bride’s glass, and Mac-an-Uidhir -when doing this, slipped a ring into the glass, which, she -immediately recognised as that of her first lover. The whole -matter was then upset, and the party for whom the preparations -were made were dispersed, and the bride followed the fortunes -of her first lover.</p> - -<p>Of a song made by the foster-mother to Mac-an-Uidhir, -when he was reported to have been drowned, and was looked -upon as dead, the following verses have been preserved. In -the translation the literal words are given, but no attempt is -made at reducing them to the rhyme which is essential in -English poetry.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Thou good son of Euar</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Of generous and noble heart</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At one time little I thought</div> - <div class="verse indent2">It would ever happen</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That you would be drowned</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your boat return empty</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While its irons would last</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And repair was not needed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While its stern-post stood,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Its sides and prow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">While yards would hold out,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Or a fragment of its oak.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your well ordered new plaid</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Is on the surface of the grey waves</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your head is the sport of the little gull</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your side of the big gull;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your sister is without brother</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And your mother without son</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Your bride without husband</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And poor me without god-son.”</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Ach a dheagh Mhic an Uidhir</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’G an robh an cridhe fial farsuinn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bha mi uair ’s beag shaoil mi</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Gu ’m faodadh sid tachairt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gu ’m biodh tus’ air do bhàthadh</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S do bhàta tighinn dachaidh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fhad ’s a mhaireadh a h-iaruinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S nach iarradh i calcadh</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Thùg horoinn O.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Fhad ’s a mhaireadh a h-iaruinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S nach iarradh i calcadh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fhad ’s a mhaireadh a h-earluinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Agus tàthadh ’s a saidhean</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Fhad ’s a mhaireadh a slatan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Agus bloidhean d’a darach</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Thùg horoinn O.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Fhad ’s a mhaireadh a slatan</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S bloidhean d’a darach:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tha do bhreacan ùr uallach</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Air uachdar nan glas thonn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S fuil do chinn aig an fhaoilinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S fuil do thaobh aig an fharspaig</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Thùg horoinn O.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">’S fuil do chinn aig an fhaoilinn</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S fhuil do thaobh aig an fharspaig:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tha do phiuthar gun bhràthair</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S do mhàthair gun mhac dheth</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Do bhean òg ’s i gun chéile</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S truagh mi fhéin dheth gun dalta.</div> - <div class="verse indent8">Thùg horoinn O.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p> -<p>There is quite a modern instance, perhaps about the -beginning of this century, of a native of the islet of -Ulva, near Mull, having been driven during a snowstorm -to <i>Heisgeir-nan-Cuiseag</i> (High Rock of Windlestraws) and -passing the winter there alone till he was taken off early in the -following summer. He, too, must have subsisted on whelks -and what he could get along the shore. He was going home -from Tiree.</p> - -<p>Anxious to be at home at the New-year O.S., he, with a -companion, left Tiree, and before going far a snowstorm came -on, and the wind increased in violence till they were driven -they did not know where. The companion got benumbed and -died in the boat. It could only be said by the survivor that -they passed very high rocks on some island.</p> - -<p>The boat was cast ashore on Heisker, and the poor man -left in it had to pass the winter as best he could, without food -or shelter.</p> - -<p>The islet is too distant from Canna for him to have been -observed by any signal he could make.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_6" href="#FNanchor_6" class="label">[6]</a> The islet near North Uist, on which the Mona Light house is -built, is called the High Rock of the Monks, <i>Heisgeir nam Manach</i>.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="STEEPING_THE_WITHIES">STEEPING THE WITHIES.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>There is an expression in Gaelic “It is time to steep the -withies” (“<i>Tha ’n t-àm bhi bogadh nan gad</i>”), meaning, it is -time for one to leave or make his escape from the company he -is in. This expression is said to have arisen in this way. A -little undersized man and good archer was sitting on a stool by -his own fireside, when enemies intent on securing his person -came in to the house. He sat quietly, but his wife going backwards -and forwards through the house, and being ready-witted, -when she understood the character of the intruders, gave a slap -on the ear to her husband saying, as if he were merely the herd -boy, “It is time to steep the withies” (“<i>Tha ’n t-àm bhi bogadh -nan gad</i>”). He immediately left the house, and she managed -to put his bow and arrows out at the window. He having -stationed himself in a favourable locality did not allow a single -one of his enemies to leave the house without killing them with -his arrows, one by one as they came out at the door. Regarding -the truth of this story it is noticeable, that uniformly throughout -the Highlands the expression, “It is time to steep the withies” -(“<i>Tha ’n t-àm bhi bogadh nan gad</i>”), means, not that it is time -to prepare for action, but that it is time for one to make himself -scarce. A story of the same kind is told of King Alfred -the Great, that he escaped from his enemies in somewhat the -same way. In olden times the harnessing of animals for -carrying burdens, ploughing, etc., was done by means of -withies made of willow, sea-bent,<a id="FNanchor_7" href="#Footnote_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> or other accessible material, -iron being scarce and difficult to procure, and these withies had -to be steeped before work with them was commenced. It<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span> -required a good deal of acquaintance with the work before the -horse was fully equipped with pack-saddle, creels, and other -equipments for which withies were necessary, and the only -means available. The names of some of these withies still -survive <i>e. g.</i> the <i>Gad-tarraich</i> is the Gaelic name still in use, -although the material is leather, and not withies, to denote a -belly-band.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_7" href="#FNanchor_7" class="label">[7]</a> Tough Grass growing by the shore.</p> - -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="LITTLE JOHN OF THE WHITE BAG." id="LITTLE_JOHN_OF_THE_WHITE_BAG"> -LITTLE JOHN OF THE WHITE BAG.<br /> -<span class="p85">(<span class="smcap"><i>Iain Beag a’ Bhuilg Bhain</i></span>).</span></h3></div> - - -<p class="p1_5">This doughty little archer was attached to the family of the -MacLachlans of <i>Coruanain</i>, or little Lamb-dell, near Fort-William, -on the borders of Inverness-shire and Argyleshire. -He derived his name from his carrying a white bag of arrows, -which he was very skilful in the use of. In far off and -unsettled times, when a foray or <i>creach</i> was being taken from -<i>Coruanain</i>, one of the raiders, having met little John, said, -“Little John of the White Bag, I will mount the hill side -quicker than you” (<i>Iain bhig a’ Bhuilg Bhàin, bheir mise am -fireach dhiot</i>). In a struggle it is always an advantage, even -when other things are even, to have the higher position on a -hill side. Little John replied, “The hand of your father -and grandfather be over you, White Stirk, I will put the -Brankes (or Iron Gag) on you (”<i>Làmh d’ athair ’s do sheanair -ort, a Ghamhain Bhàin cuiridh mise biorach ort</i>“). The -<i>biorach</i>, branker, was a spiked iron gag, or instrument set with<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span> -pointed iron pins, fixed round the head of calves to keep them -from sucking. The expression “The hand, &c., be over you” -was a common expression, meaning much the same as the -English “Look out,” or “Take care of yourself.” Saying -this, Little John let fly an arrow which struck the other in the -forehead, toppled him over, and put an end to the discussion.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="THE KILLING OF BIG ANGUS OF -ARDNAMURCHAN." id="THE_KILLING_OF_BIG_ANGUS_OF">THE KILLING OF BIG ANGUS OF -ARDNAMURCHAN.<br /> - -<span class="p85"><span class="smcap">(<i>Aonghas Mor Mac’Ill’-Eoin</i>), Big Angus, Son of John, -At Cor-Ospuinn in Morven.</span></span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">In Ardnamurchan, where the district of Kintra commences, -there is a streamlet that falls into Loch-Moidart, which lies -along the north of Ardnamurchan, called <i>Faoghail Dhòmhnuill -Chonalaich</i>. This streamlet derives its name from Donald -MacDonald, or MacConnell, having been slain there under -the following circumstances. Tradition is uniform as to the -incident which gave its name to the place, and as to the -circumstances under which the murder was committed. -Donald was the heir to the chieftainship of Ardnamurchan, -but his uncle, Big Angus, wishing to secure the estate for -himself, waylaid his nephew at the ford mentioned, which is -very difficult to jump across when the tide is in, as he was on -his way to be married to a daughter of the then Chief of -Lochiel. While Donald was jumping across the ford, one of -Big Angus’s men shot an arrow in his face, so that when he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span> -touched the ground on the other side, he staggered and reeled. -Before he fell prostrate Big Angus said that he would wonder -if his nephew would dance as merrily at his marriage with the -daughter of the One-eyed Chief of meat-broth (<i>saoil an dannsadh -tu co cridheil sin air banais nighean Cham-na-eanraich</i>). The -meaning of this nick-name given to the Chief of Lochiel is -a covert allusion to the cattle-lifting of Lochiel. Before the -introduction of tea, extract of meat was largely made use of, -and even meal was mixed with it for those in strong health, -but weak, and even chicken broth, was given to those who -were in delicate health. Some say that the Chief referred -to was <i>Ailein nan Creach</i> (Allan the Cattle-lifter), who -derived his name from the number of cattle-spoils that -he lifted. Lochaber being a wild and remote district was -not unnaturally a place to which cattle forays were taken when -people sought “the beeves that made the broth” in other -localities.</p> - -<p>In Gregory’s History of the Western Islands <i>Dòmhnull -Conalach</i> is called John, probably from the Chiefs of Ardnamurchan -being known as Mac-’ic-Iain, the son of the son of -John, and mention is made of his murder. Several families -who have in recent times come to Coll from Ardnamurchan -call themselves Johnstones.</p> - -<p>Big Angus himself had a house near Strontian strongly -fortified according to the ideas of those days. It was surrounded -by a deep ditch (<i>Tigh daingean dige</i>) and what is now called a -moated Grange. On hearing that Lochiel with a strong band -of followers was on his way to avenge the death of the young -Chief of Ardnamurchan, Big Angus fled, but he was closely -pursued by the avengers. Having come to Cor-ospuinn in -Morven he looked behind him, when the sun was rising, to see -if his pursuers were coming. Lifting his helmet and shading -his eyes with his hand when looking intently sunwards, one of -the pursuers, a little man, remarked, “Would not this be a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span> -good opportunity for killing him?” Another answered, “It -is not your trifling hand that would slay the powerful man.” -(<i>Cha ’n i do làmh leibideach a leagadh an duine foghainteach</i>). -The little man replied, “Would not an arrow do it” (<i>Nach -deanadh saighead e</i>), saying this, he launched an arrow which -struck Big Angus in the forehead and killed him.</p> - - - - - - -<div class="blockquot"> - - -</div> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:<br /><br /> -BIG ANGUS OF ARDNAMURCHAN.<br /> -(<i>Aonghas mór Mac ’ic Eoin</i>)</h4> - -<div class="mr10 ml10"> - -<p class="p1_5">The incidents of this story occurred about 1596. The house of the -redoubtable Angus was at <i>Ath na h-éilde</i> (Ford of the Hind (deer)), -opposite <i>Druim-nan-torran</i> (The Ridge of Knolls), near <i>Sròn an -t-sìthean</i>, Strontian, the Promontory of the Fairy Dwelling. He had -a bad wife, who was continually urging him to make himself Chief of -the clan, and it was at her instigation that he waylaid his nephew at -Kintra. On hearing that the Chief was to be married to the daughter -of Lochiel, his wife warned big Angus that he would yet be reduced -to draw the peat creels (<i>tarruing nan cliabh mòine</i>) for his nephew. -Angus was the first to be at Kintra, at the river, and the first to -cross. The guests were assembled at Lochiel for the marriage of -Donald MacDonald, when word was brought of his having been -slain. Immediately the assembled guests with their followers set off -to take vengeance, and, finding Big Angus’s house deserted, they -tied tinder (<i>spong</i><a id="FNanchor_8" href="#Footnote_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a>) to an arrow and set the moated house on fire. -The place where Angus was slain in Morven is still called <i>Leac na -Saighead</i> (The Ledge of the Arrow), and the archer was <i>Iain Dubh -Beag Innse-ruith</i> (Little Black John of Inch-rui). Big Dugald MacDonald -(<i>Dughal mòr MacRaonuil</i>), of Morar had his hand similarly -fastened by an arrow to his forehead.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_8" href="#FNanchor_8" class="label">[8]</a> Amadon—made from a fungus. <span class="allsmcap">A.C.</span></p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_LAST_CATTLE_RAID_IN_TIREE">THE LAST CATTLE RAID IN TIREE.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>It seems to have been a kind of raid or robbery to which the -island of Tiree was particularly liable. Plunderers and pirates, -having chosen a suitable day when the seas about the island -were at rest, and the cattle could be easily got on board the -galley, or <i>birlinn</i>, carried on depredations far and wide on the -island. Once the cattle were got by them on board the galley, -they looked upon themselves as safe from pursuit.</p> - -<p>There are two traditions in existence of the island having -been so visited, and their fate will illustrate the manner in -which, in unsettled times, such expeditions were conducted. -The last foray of the kind was not successful, but the cattle -and sheep were collected for taking away. The people got -warning in time, and the cattle-lifters had to make their escape, -leaving their booty behind them.</p> - -<p>The last successful foray was in the days of the Tanister -of Torloisk, and seems to have been only sometime previous -to or about the ’45. The account which tradition gives of it is -that the Tanister, or second heir (<i>proximus haeres</i>), of Torloisk -in Mull was called Malise MacLean. His first name is somewhat -peculiar, and not common among the MacLeans or any -other West Highland clan, and was given to him in this manner. -The heir of Torloisk was a promising healthy boy, but the -succeeding children of the then chief were dying young. The -Chief was then advised by the sages of his race to give to his -child the name of the first person whom he met on the way to -have the child baptized. The first person encountered was a -poor beggar man who had the name of Malise. A name given -in this way was known as <i>ainm rathaid</i>, or road name, and was -deemed as proof against evil. The father gave this name to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span> -the child who survived and became Tanister. Being without -the prospect of an estate the Tanister thought he would come -to Tiree, and piece by piece get an estate for himself. He -came to have the half, third, or other share of the town-ship of -<i>Baile-meadhonach</i>, now called Middleton, in Tiree, and married, -and his descendants are still known.</p> - -<p>One day, a galley, with sixteen men on board (<i>Bìrlinn ’s sea -fir dheug</i>), came to Soraba beach. The men landed and collected -every live animal that was about the place. At the time, the -Tanister happened to be fishing at the rocks in Kenavara Hill, -and on coming home soon after and hearing what had been -done, he called to his neighbours asking them what they meant -to do, were they going with him to turn the raid (<i>creach</i>). They -all refused for fear of being killed, as the freebooters were a -strong party. He said, “I will not do that; I prefer to fall in -the attempt (<i>tuiteam ’s an oidhirp</i>), rather than let my cattle -be taken.” He took with him his sword and followed the -spoilers. When he came to the end of the pathway and within -sight of the galley, he stood before the creach. The freebooters -told him to leave the road or he would feel the consequences -(<i>Gu ’m biodh a’ bhuil dha</i>). He answered, “I will not leave, and the -consequences will be to you, until I get my own.” He got this -as he seemed determined, and when he had got it, he asked also -the cow of a poor woman from the same township as himself, and -having got this also, he said they might do with the rest what they -liked. The plan of the robbers was to drive the cattle to the -beach, where the galley was, and throwing them down and -tying their forelegs together (<i>ceangal nan ceithir chaoil</i>), place -them on bearers, or planks, and put them in the boat. When -they had done so, they made off, and no one knew whence -they had come or whither they went. This was the last -successful raid of the kind raised in Tiree.</p> - -<p>Subsequent to this creach, and in the time of Mr. Charles -Campbell being Minister of Tiree, several galleys, or <i>bìrlinnean</i>,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span> -each with its complement of men, and in addition each with a -pretending minister and his man, made their appearance on the -coast of Tiree. In those days every minister took his man -along with him, and in this case each minister but one took his -man from the boat. Wandering open-air preachers were in -those times called hillock ministers (<i>ministearan nan cnoc</i>), and -the one to whom the story refers was to officiate at <i>Ceathramh -Mhurdat</i>, or Fourth Part, called Murdat, now embraced in the -farm of Hough,<a id="FNanchor_9" href="#Footnote_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> and which was then thickly populated. Having -sent due intimation round of his service, most of the people -were drawn to hear him. His man was left behind to give -him warning of any disturbance of the expedition which might -occur. After he had been speaking for some time his man -came in. The islanders had become aware of the nature of -the invasion. The sheep and the horses were gathered at -the back of the hill of Hough, and a band of the cattle-lifters -had surrounded them for to drive them to the -shore. A number who had not got to the preaching had -observed this, and following them, took the sheep and horses -from them. Immediately, the minister’s man ran with all -possible speed to warn the preacher at Murdat. When he -came to where the sermon was, the preacher concluded, and -handing the book to his man, venturing to think that the -people would not understand him, said, as if reading a line, -“MacLellan, beloved friend, where did you leave the <i>Shockum -sho?</i>”—<i>i.e.</i>, the booty. (<i>Mhac-’ill-fhaolain, a dhuine ghaolaich, -c’ àite an d’ fhàg thu an ’seogam seoth’?</i>). The incomer -taking the book, and as if intoning the psalm, said, “Matters -are worse than we thought; they have taken from us the -plaintive bleaters” (<i>’s miosa tha na mar a shaoil: thug iad -uainn an ’cirri-mèh’</i>): <i>cirri-mèh</i> is but an imitation of the -bleating of sheep, and is found used in different localities as a -pet or ludicrous name for sheep.</p> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p> -<p>The people sang along with the precentor. They did not -know but that the words may have been part of the psalm, -when one who was smarter and more ready-witted than the -rest got up and said, “We have been long enough here, these -men are robbers, and not ministers.” The service was concluded, -the people going to look after their cattle, and the -minister and his man making their way with all speed to where -the galleys lay. Before the people could overtake them, they -got on board and made off, leaving their booty behind, and -glad to escape with their lives.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_9" href="#FNanchor_9" class="label">[9]</a> Pronounced Hoch.</p> - -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="LOCHBUIES_TWO_HERDSMEN">LOCHBUIE’S TWO HERDSMEN.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>This tale was written down as it was told by Donald Cameron, -Rùdhaig, Tiree, more than twenty-five years ago, and to whose -happy and retentive gift of memory it is a pleasure to recur. -He had a most extensive stock of old lore, and along with it -much readiness and willingness to communicate what he knew. -In this the ludicrous element is natural, and the events seem to -follow each other as a matter of course, so that the tale, so far -as probability is concerned, may be true enough. It is one of -the few tales to which a date is attached, and so far as history -can be consulted the state of the country at that time makes -it probable enough. Loch Buie is a district lying to the South -of the Island of Mull, pleasantly situated. The tale runs as -follows:—</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p> - -<p>In 1602 Lochbuie had two herdsmen, and the wife of one -herdsman went to the house of the other herdsman. The -housewife was in before her, and had a pot on the fire. “What -have you in the pot?” said the one who came in. “Well there -it is,” she said, “a drop of <i>brochan</i> which the goodman will -have with his dinner.”</p> - -<p>“What kind of <i>brochan</i> is it?” said the one who came in.</p> - -<p>“It is <i>dubh-bhrochan</i>,”<a id="FNanchor_10" href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> said the one who was in.</p> - -<p>“Isn’t he,” said she, “a poor man! Are you not giving him -anything but that? I have been for so long a time under the -Laird of Loch Buie, and I have not drank <i>brochan</i> without a -grain of beef or something in it. Don’t you think it is but a -small thing for the Laird of Loch Buie though we should get an -ox every year. Little he would miss it. I will send over my -husband to-night, and you will bring home one of the oxen.”</p> - -<p>When night came she sent him over. The wife then sent -the other away. The one said, “you will steal the ox from the -fold, and you will bring it to me, and we will be free; I will -swear that I did not take it from the fold, and you will swear -that you did not take it home.”</p> - -<p>The two herdsmen went away. In those days they hanged -a man, when he did harm, without waiting for law or sentence, -and at this time Lochbuie had hanged a man in the wood. -The herdsmen went and kindled a fire near a tree in the wood -as a signal to the one who went to steal. One sat at the fire, -and the other went to steal the ox.</p> - -<p>The same night a number of gentlemen were in the mansion<a id="FNanchor_11" href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> -at Loch Buie. They began laying wagers with Lochbuie that -there was not one in the house who would take the shoe off the -man who had been hanged that day. Lochbuie laid a wager -that there was. He called up his big lad MacFadyen,<a id="FNanchor_12" href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> and said to him was he going to let the wager go against -him. The big lad asked what the wager was about. He said -to him that they were maintaining that there was no one in his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span> -court who could take the shoe off the one who had been hanged -that day. MacFadyen said he would take off him the shoe and -bring it to them where they were.</p> - -<p>MacFadyen went on his way. When he reached, he looked -and saw the man who had been hanged warming himself at a -fire. He did not go farther on, but returned in haste. When -he came they asked him if he had the shoe. He told them he -had not, for that yon one was with a withy basket of peats -before him, warming himself. “We knew ourselves,” said the -gentlemen, “that you had only cowards.”</p> - -<p>The lameter, who was over, said, “It is a wrong thing you -are doing in allowing him to lose the wager. If I had the use -of my feet, I would go and take his leg off as well as his shoe -before I would let Lochbuie lose the wager.”</p> - -<p>“Come you here,” said the big lad, “and I will put a pair of -feet that you never had the like of under you.” He put the -lameter round his neck (lit. the bone of his neck), and off he -went. When they came in sight of the man who was warming -himself the lameter sought to return. MacFadyen said they -would not return. They went nearer to the man who was -warming himself. The one that was at the fire lifted his head -and observed them coming. He thought it was his own -companion, the one who had gone to steal the ox, who was -come. He spoke and said, “Have you come?” “I have,” -said MacFadyen. “And have you got it?” “Yes,” said MacFadyen. -“And is it fat?”</p> - -<p>“Whether he is fat or lean, there he is to you,” and he threw -the lameter on to the fire.</p> - -<p>MacFadyen took to his heels (lit. put on soles) and fled as -fast as ever he did. Off went the lameter after him. He put -the four oars on for making his escape. The one at the fire -rose, thinking there were some who had come to pry upon -himself, and that he was now caught. He went after the -lameter to make his excuses to the Laird of Loch Buie. The<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span> -lameter was observing him coming after him, feeling quite sure -that it was the one who had been hanged.</p> - -<p>MacFadyen reached, and they asked him if he had taken the -shoe off the man. He said they did not; that he asked him if -the lameter was fat, and that he was sure he had him eaten up -before now. The lameter came, and that cry in his head for -to let him in, for that yon one was coming. He was let in. -The moment this was done, the one who had been on the gallows -knocked at the door, to let him in. Lochbuie said he would -not.</p> - -<div class="blockquot bbox"> - -<p class="center">Editor’s Note:</p> - -<p>The translation of lines 6 and 7 renders the Gaelic idiom -exactly. Translated more freely into English it would run, -“and the lameter came, and with yon terrified cry demanded -admittance, saying that the hanged man was coming after him.”</p> -</div> - -<p>“I am your own herdsman.” They now let him in. He -then began to tell how he and the other herdsman went to -steal the ox, and that he thought it was the other herdsman -who had returned, and it was that made him ask if he was fat. -Lochbuie and his guests had much sport and merriment over -this all night. They kept the herdsman till it was late on in -the night telling them how it happened to him.</p> - -<p>The one who went to steal the ox now came back and -reached the tree where he left the other herdsman, but found -no one. He began to search up and down, and became -aware of the one dangling from the tree.</p> - -<p>“Oh,” said he, “you have been hanged since I went away, -and I will be to-morrow in the same plight that you are in. It -has been an ill-guided object, and the tempting of women that -sent us on the journey.”</p> - -<p>He then went over and took the man off the tree to take him -home. He went away with him and never got the like, going -through hill, and through mud and dirt, till he came to the -house of the other woman. He knocked at the door. The -wife rose and let him in.</p> - -<p>“How have things happened with you?” “Never you mind, -whatever; but, alas! he has been hanged since we went away.”</p> - -<p>The wife took to roaring and crying.</p> - -<p>“Do not say a word,” he said, “or else you and I will be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span> -hanged to-morrow. We will bury him in the garden, and no -one will ever know about it. And now,” he said, “I will be -returning to my own house.”</p> - -<p>The one that was in Loch Buie thought it was time for him -now to go home. He knocked at his own door. His wife did -not say a word. He then called out to be let in.</p> - -<p>“I will not,” said the wife, “for you have been hanged, and -you will never get in here.”</p> - -<p>“I have not yet been hanged,” he said.</p> - -<p>“Be that as it may to you,” she said, “you will never come -here.”</p> - -<p>The advice he gave himself was to go to the house of the -other herdsman. He called out at that one’s door to let him in.</p> - -<p>“You will not come in here. I got enough carrying you -home on my back, and you after being hanged.”</p> - -<p>There was a large window at the end of the house. He went -in at the window. “Get up,” he said, “and get a light, and -you will see that I have not been hanged any more than yourself.” -When he saw who he had, he kept him till morning, -till day came. They then talked together, telling each other -what had happened to them on both sides, and thought they -would go to Lochbuie, and tell him all that occurred to them. -When Lochbuie heard their story, there was not a year after -that but he gave each of them an ox and a boll of meal.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" title="" id="LOCHABUIDHE_S_A_DHA_BHUACHAILLE">LOCHABUIDHE ’S A DHA BHUACHAILLE.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Ann an 1602 bha dà bhuachaille aig Lochabuidhe, ’s thàinig -bean an darna buachaille gu tigh a’ bhuachaille eile; agus bean-an-tighe -stigh roimpe ’s poit aice air teine; “Dé th’ agaibh anns -a’ phòit?” ars’ an té a thàinig a stigh. “Ma ta,” ars’ ise, “deur -de bhrochan a bhios aig an duine le ’dhìnneir,” “’Dé,” ars’ an -té a thàinig a stigh, “an seòrsa brochain a th’ ann?” “Tha,” -ars’ an té a bha stigh, “dubh-bhrochan.”<a href="#Footnote_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> “Nach esan,” ars’ -ise, “an duine truagh? Nach ’eil thu ’toirt da dad ach sin? -Tha mise an uiread so de ùine fuidh thighearna Lochabuidhe, -’s cha d’ òl mi brochan gun fhionnan-feòla no rud-eiginn ann. -Saoil nach beag do thighearna Lochabuidhe, ged a gheibheamaide -damh ’s a’ bhliadhna; nach beag a dh’ ionndrainneadh e -e? Cuiridh mise an duine agam fhéin a nall an nochd ’s bheir -sibh dhachaigh fear de na daimh.”</p> - -<p>’N uair thàinig an oidhche chuir i nall e. Chuir a’ bhean an -so air falbh an duin’ eile. Thuirt an darna fear, “Goididh tusa -an damh thar na buaile, ’s bheir thu thugamsa e, agus bithidh -sinn saor; mionnaichidh mise nach d’ thug mi thar na buaile e, -’s mionnaichidh tusa nach d’ thug thu dhachaigh e.”</p> - -<p>Dh’ fhalbh an dà bhuachaille. ’S an àm sin chrochadh iad -duine tra ’dheanadh e cron, gun fheitheamh ri lagh no binn; -ach anns na lathan bha tighearna Lochabuidhe an déigh duine -’chrochadh stigh ’s a’ choille. Dh’ fhalbh iadsan ’s dh’ fhadaidh -iad teine aig craoibh ’s a’ choille, mar chomharradh do ’n fhear -a chaidh a ghoid. Shuidh fear aig an teine ’s chaidh am fear -eile a ghoid an daimh. Air an oidhche fhéin bha mòran de -dhaoin’-uaisle ’s a’ Mheigh<a href="#Footnote_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> aig tighearna Lochabuidhe. Bhuail -iad air cur gheall ri tighearna Lochabuidhe nach robh duine ’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span> -an tigh aige a bheireadh a’ bhròg thar an fhir a chaidh chrochadh -an diugh. Chuir tighearna Lochabuidhe geall riù-san gu ’n -robh. Ghlaodh e nuas air a ghille mhòr Mac Phaidean.<a href="#Footnote_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> Thuirt -e ris an robh e brath an geall a leigeadh air. Dh’ fharraid an -gille mòr c’ ar son a bha ’n geall. Thuirt e ris, gu ’n robh iad -ag ràdh nach robh duine ’n a chùirt a bheireadh a’ bhròg thar -an fhir a chaidh chrochadh an diugh. Thuirt Mac Phaidean -gu ’n tugadh esan dheth a’ bhròg ’s gu ’n tugadh e thuga ann an -sud i.</p> - -<p>Dh’ fhalbh Mac Phaidean air a thurus. ’Nuair a ràinig e -sheall e ’s chunnaic e ’m fear a chaidh chrochadh ’deanamh a -gharaidh. Cha deach e na b’ fhaid’ air aghaidh, ’s thill e le -cabhaig. ’Nuair a ràinig e thuirt iad ris, an robh a’ bhròg aige. -Thuirt e riu nach robh, gur h-ann a bha ’m fear ud ’s làn cléibh -de mhòine air a bhialthaobh ’s e ’deanamh a gharaidh. “Dh’ -aithnich sinn-fhéin,” ars’ na daoin’-uaisle, “nach robh agad ach -an gealtair.” Thuirt an clàraineach<a id="FNanchor_13" href="#Footnote_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> a bha thall, “Is ceàrr an -rud a tha thu ’deanamh, an geall a leigeadh air; na ’m biodh -comas nan cas agam-fhéin dh’ fhalbhainn ’s bheirinn a’ chas -dheth co math ris a’ bhròig mu ’n leiginn an geall air tighearna -Lochabuidhe!”</p> - -<p>“Thig thusa so,” ars’ an gille mòr, “’s cuiridh mise dà chois -nach deachaidh riamh ’n leithid ortsa fothad.” Chuir e ’n clàraineach -mu chnàimh ’amhaich, ’s dh’ fhalbh e leis. ’Nuair -thainig iad ’an sealladh an duine a bha ’deanamh a gharaidh, dh’ -iarr an clàraineach tilleadh. Thuirt Mac Phaidean nach tilleadh. -Dhlùthaich iad ris an fhear a bha ’deanamh a gharaidh. Thog -am fear a bha aig an teine a cheann, ’s mhothaich e dhoibh-san -a’ tighinn. Shaoil leis gur h-e a chompanach fhéin, am fear -a chaidh a ghoid an daimh, a bha air tighinn. Labhair e ’s -thuirt e, “An d’ thàinig tu?” “Thàinig,” ars’ Mac Phaidean. -“’S am bheil e agad?” “Tha,” ars’ Mac Phaidean. “’S am -bheil e reamhar?” “Biodh e reamhar no caol agad, sin agad -e!” ’s e a’ tilgeadh a’ chlàraineich mu ’n teine.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p> - -<p>Chuir Mac Phaidean na buinn air, ’s theich e co làidir ’s a -rinn e riamh. Leum an clàraineach air falbh as a dhéighinn, -chuir e na ceithir raimh<a id="FNanchor_14" href="#Footnote_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> orra gu teicheadh. Dh’ éirich am fear -a bh’ aig an teine, agus dùil aige gur h-e feadhainn a thainig a -dh’ fharcluais air fhéin a bh’ ann, ’s gu ’n robh e nis a sàs. -Dh’ fhalbh e as déighinn a’ chlàraineach, dhol a ghabhail a -leithsgeul do thighearna Lochabuidhe. Bha an clàraineach -’g a fhaicinn a’ tighinn as a dhéighinn, ’s e làn-chinnteach gur -h-e ’m fear a chaidh chrochadh a bh’ ann.</p> - -<p>Ràinig Mac Phaidean. Dh’ fharraid iad dheth an d’ thug -iad bròg bharr an duine. Thuirt e nach d’ thug, gu ’n dubhairt -e ris-san an robh an clàraineach reamhar, ’s gu ’n robh e cinnteach -gu ’n robh e air ’itheadh aca roimhe so.</p> - -<p>Ràinig an clàraineach ’s an glaodh ud ’n a cheann, esan a -leigeadh a stigh, gu ’n robh am fear ud a’ tighinn. Leigeadh a -stigh e. Am buileach a bha e stigh, bhuail am fear a bh’ air -a’ chroich ’s an dorus, esan a leigeadh a stigh. Thuirt fear -Lochabuidhe nach leigeadh. “Is ann a th’ annam,” ars’ esan, -“am buachaille agaibh fhéin.” Leig iad ’an so a stigh e. -Bhuail e so air innseadh dhoibh mar chaidh e-fhéin ’s am -buachaille eile a ghoid an daimh; gu ’n do shaoil esan gur h-e ’m -buachaille eile a bha air tilleadh leis an damh, gur h-e ’thug air -a dh’ fheòraich an robh e reamhar. Bha spòrs is fearas-chuideachd -anabarrach aig tighearna Lochabuidhe ’s aig ’uaislean air -a so fad na h-oidhche. Chum iad aca am buachaille gus an -robh e ro-fhada dh’ oidhche ’g innseadh naigheachd mar a -dh’ éirich dha.</p> - -<p>Thàinig so am fear a chaidh a ghoid an daimh. Ràinig e -’chraobh aig an d’ fhàg e ’m buachaille eile ’s cha d’ fhuair e -duine. Bhuail e air siubhal sìos ’s suas; mhothaich e ’n slaod -ud nuas ris a’ chraoibh. “O,” ars’ esan, “tha thusa air do -chrochadh bho ’n a dh’ fhalbh mise, ’s bithidh mise am maireach -air an ruith air am bheil thu fhéin. ’S e an turus mi-shealbhach, -’s buaireadh nam ban, a chuir sinne air an turus.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p> - -<p>Ghabh e null ’s thug e’ n duine bhàrr na croiche g’ a thoirt -dachaigh. Dh’ fhalbh e ’s cha d’ fhuair e leithid dol roimh -mhonadh ’s roimh pholl ’s roimh eabar riamh; mu dheireadh -ràinig e tigh na mnatha bha ’n duine air a chrochadh aice. -Bhuail e ’s an dorus; dh’ éirich a’ bhean ’s leig i stigh e. -“Ciamar a dh’ éirich dhuibh?” ars’ a’ bhean. “Is coma leatsa -co-dhiù, mo thruaighe! tha e air a chrochadh o ’n a dh’ fhalbh -sinn.”</p> - -<p>Chaidh a’ bhean gu glaodhaich agus gu caoineadh. “Na -abair guth,” ars’ esan, “air neo bithidh tu fhéin ’s mise air ar -crochadh am màireach. Tiodhlaicidh sinn anns a’ ghàradh e, -’s cha bhi fios aig duine am feasd air. Nis (ars’ esan), bithidh -mise falbh dhachaigh thun mo thighe féin.”</p> - -<p>Ach smaointich am fear a bha ’n Lochbuidhe gu ’n robh an -t-àm aige tighinn dachaigh nis. Bhuail e ’s an dorus aige fhéin. -Cha dubhairt a bhean guth. Ghlaodh e so a leigeadh a stigh. -“Cha leig,” ars’ a bhean, “’s ann a tha thu air do chrochadh; -cha tig thu so am feasd!”</p> - -<p>“Cha ’n ’eil mi air mo chrochadh fhathast,” thuirt esan.</p> - -<p>“Biodh sin mar a dh’ fheudas e dhuit,” ars’ ise, “cha ’n -fhaigh thu stigh so am feasd.”</p> - -<p>Is e ’chomhairle a smaointich e air, dol gu tigh a’ bhuachaille -eile. Ghlaodh e ’s an dorus aig an fhear ud, a leigeil a -stigh. Thuirt am fear ud, “Cha tig thu stigh an so; fhuair -mise gu leòir ’g ad thoirt dachaigh air mo mhuin ’s tu air do -chrochadh.” Bha uinneag mhòr air ceann an tighe ’s ghabh e -dh’ ionnsuidh na h-uinneig. Thàinig e stigh air an uinneig. -“Eirich,” ars’ esan, “’s las solus ’s gu ’m faic thu nach do -chrochadh mise na ’s mò na ’chrochadh tu-fhéin.”</p> - -<p>’Nuair chunnaic e gur e a bh’ aige, chum e aige e gu maduinn, -gus an d’ thàinig an latha. Chuir iad an so an guth ri chéile a -dh’ innseadh dhaibh mar a dh’ éirich dhaibh thall ’s a bhos; -gu ’n rachadh iad gu tighearna Lochabuidhe ’s gu ’n innseadh -iad dha na h-uile dad mar a dh’ éirich dhaibh. ’Nuair chuala<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span> -tighearna Lochabuidhe mar a dh’ éirich doibh, cha robh bliadhna -tuilleadh nach tugadh e damh do na h-uile fear dhiubh, ’s bolla -mine.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_10" href="#FNanchor_10" class="label">[10]</a> <i>Dubh-bhrochan</i> is a thin mixture of oatmeal and water, without -meat or vegetables. This seems to have been a popular drink in -olden times. When the Lord of the Isles kept state at Duntulm -Castle in Skye, no one was admitted into the potentate’s body-guard -unless he could take the vessel (diorcal), containing the liquid, with -one hand from his companion, take his own mouthful, and pass it on -to the next. In the Island of Mull, adjoining the Sound, and opposite -Ardtornish, once the seat of the Lords of the Isles, there is a place, -probably deriving its name from some fancied resemblance to this -dish, called Loch Diorcal.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_11" href="#FNanchor_11" class="label">[11]</a> Moy Castle is situated near the modern mansion-house of Lochbuie, -and the reference appears to be to it in the Gaelic text. (Ed.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_12" href="#FNanchor_12" class="label">[12]</a> MacFadyens were said by one of the clan, of whose judgment -and intelligence the writer has cause to think very highly, to have -been the first possessors of Lochbuie, and when expelled, that they -became a race of wandering artificers, (<i>Sliochd nan òr-cheard</i>—the -race of goldsmiths), in <i>Beinn-an-aoinidh</i> and other suitable localities -in Mull. The race is a very ancient one, but it has often been noticed -that they are without a chief.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_13" href="#FNanchor_13" class="label">[13]</a> <i>Clàraineach</i> means one on boards. A person losing the use of -his limbs, and going on all fours, with boards or pieces of wood below -his hands and knees, and with which he could more easily drag himself -over the ground. When placed sitting, he could not move. In -olden times the defects of humanity, which are now relieved by many -means, were left entirely to chance or very simple aids, and were the -objects of malevolent persecution, rather than of charitable or kindly -consideration.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_14" href="#FNanchor_14" class="label">[14]</a> <i>Na ceithir ràimh</i> (the four oars)—fled upon all fours. (Ed.)</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="MAC_NEIL_OF_BARRA_AND_THE_LOCHLINNERS">MAC NEIL OF BARRA, AND THE LOCHLINNERS.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The Lochlinners came to Barra at one time and they put -Mac Neil to flight. He escaped to Ireland, where he remained. -When his sons grew up, they heard themselves continually -twitted as strangers, and called “Barraich.” They resolved to -find out the reason of this treatment, and one day, while at -dinner, they demanded from their father an explanation of -their being called by such an uncommon name as “Barraich” -(Barraidhich); but he replied that the mention of that name -caused him the deepest sorrow, and forbade them ever to -mention it in his hearing again. “We will never eat a bite nor -drink a drink again,” they said, “till we know what the word -means.” He then explained the name and told them all that -happened to him and how he had to suffer indignity and scorn -as long as his powerful enemies the Norsemen held his lands. -His sons on hearing the cause of their father’s banishment -resolved to try every means in their power to recover their inheritance. -They began to fit out a galley (<i>bìrlinn</i>), and when -it was completed with masts, sails, oars, crew and compass, and -in readiness to go away, their father gave them the point to -Barra Head, and said, that if the man he left at Barra was still -there, and whose name was Macillcary (Mac’ille-charaich), he -would direct them straight to the place where they were to go -to in search of their enemies. Thus it happened (<i>’s ann mar -sin a bhà</i>). They found the man and told him who they were -and the purpose for which they came. He bade them steer for -Castle Bay (<i>Bàigh-a’-chaisteil</i>) and a light on the right-hand-side -as they entered. They reached the house where the light was, -but could get no entrance. They climbed to the roof, and -looking through an opening saw a poor old man who was weeping<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span> -bitterly. They called to him that they were friends, and on -admitting them he told them how that day he had been paying his -rent to the Lochlinners and wanted a few marks of it, for this -they threatened him that if he did not return with the balance -of the rent, he would receive next day at noon a certain number -of lashes. The Mac Neils then told their errand, and the old -man joyfully showed them the most direct and secret way to -the Castle, in which was a well of pure water whose source was -unknown. They took the castle, and went on to Kinloch -(Ceannloch), and cleared Vaslam as well. They then sent word -to their father, who came with a band of followers to their help, -and others, native born, whom he had formerly known, and on -whose friendship he could rely, as soon as the tidings of his -return reached them, joined his band. An unacknowledged -son whom he had left, came among the rest to his assistance. -This son, from the circumstance, was known as Mac-an-amharuis -(the son of doubt). When he put forward his claim, Mac -Neil replied, “If you are a son of mine, prove it by clearing -Eilean Fiaradh, before morning, of my enemies.” “Give me -the means then,” Mac-an-amharuis answered, “and I will not -leave the blood of one of the race in any part or place (<i>’s cha’n -fhàg mi fuil fìneig dhiubh ’an àite na’n ionad</i>).” Mac Neil -gave him his own sword, and that night while the Lochlinners, -who had been carousing heavily, slept soundly, he made his -way and got secretly in to the castle which stands on an inlet -before Eoligarry castle, eight miles from Castle Bay, and killed -the inmates where they lay. It is said that their bodies are still -to be seen when a violent storm drifts the sand hither and -thither over the fort (<i>tigh-dìon</i>) where they were slain. From -that day Mac Neil had his own rights.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="FINLAY_GUIVNAC">FINLAY GUIVNAC.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>At the time MacLean of Dowart was proprietor of Tiree, this -man, <i>Fionnladh Guibhneach</i>, was living near a small bay, <i>Port-nan-long</i>, -in Balemartin, on the south side of the island -(<i>air an leige deas</i>). There was no other joinersmith but -himself, or rather, there was none to equal him in skill in the -five islands (<i>anns na còig eileanan</i>). Balemartin and Mannal -were in those days one farm-holding, and there were few people -in the township. The change-house (<i>tigh-òsd</i>) was at the streamlet -Gedans (<i>amhuinn Ghoidean</i>), between Island House, the -proprietor’s residence, and the shore. At this time, also, there -was fosterhood (<i>comhaltas</i>) between MacLeod of Dunvegan and -MacLean of Tiree, by which they were bound to give proof of -friendship for each other at whatever cost or whenever there -was occasion on either side, and MacLeod, being in need of -Finlay Guivnac’s service, came with his boat (<i>bìrlinn</i>) to Tiree -for him. He landed at <i>Port-nan-long</i> (the creek of sailing -ships), and on reaching Island House was heartily welcomed -by MacLean. When he asked for Finlay, he was told that -he had not been at Island House for some days, “and it -is not a good day when I do not see him,” MacLean -said. MacLeod said he came to take Finlay with him -for a year’s service; that all care would be taken of -him, and if no misfortune or mischance befell either of them, -he himself would bring him home at the end of the year. When -MacLean heard this he said they would go in search of Finlay. -They went, and as they were crossing the common (<i>an clar -macharach</i>), between the house and the streamlet, they met -Finlay, who, having recovered from the attack of ill-humour, -was, as was usually his daily custom, on his way to Island -House. MacLeod asked after his health, and if he was yet<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span> -able to do as good work as ever. Finlay said that in place of -getting weaker as he got older, he was daily gaining in strength -and vigour (<i>neart’s tàbhachd</i>); he was more active in walking, -and could see better than he had ever done. MacLeod said -he was surprised to hear that, as in Skye people were failing in -strength and activity as they became older, “and it is curious -that it is different with you.” Finlay said he knew he was -better now at walking and was gaining his eyesight, as formerly -he could jump over Sorabai stream, but now he walked to the -ford to get across; and when he was younger, if he saw a -person, it was as one, but now it was as two and three. They -took Finlay with them to the change-house. When pledging -MacLean’s health, MacLeod, as was customary, said, “Wishing -to get my wish from you, MacLean” (<i>Mo shainnseal ort, Mhic’illeathain</i>).</p> - - -<p>“You are welcome to have your wish freely gratified” (<i>’S e -beatha le sainnseal</i>),<a id="FNanchor_15" href="#Footnote_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> MacLean replied. “My wish is that I may -get Finlay with me,” MacLeod said. In returning the compliment -MacLean said, “My wish is that I may keep Finlay to -myself.” “But I do not ask to keep him always,” MacLeod -said. They then settled the wages, and agreed between them -that Finlay should go to Dunvegan, on the west coast -of Skye, for a year’s work, and lest he should be kept -longer than that time, MacLean was to go with him. -When Finlay went home and told his wife about the -journey he was to take, she said to him, “You are very -foolish to go so far away, when MacLean is giving you a good -livelihood.” “I must go at any rate, and you must come with -me,” he said, and told her how he was not to remain in Skye, -and that MacLean himself was going with him to make sure he -would not be kept there, and that she was to go with them. -“How can I do that,” she said, “when MacLean will not allow -a woman in the same boat with him?” “I will put you in a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span> -hogshead,” he said, “and when we reach Dunvegan there will -be feasting and enjoyment, and when the nobility of MacLeod -(<i>maithibh Siol Leòid</i>) are gathered, you will come in among -the company as a poor woman, and I will manage the rest in -such a way as that you may perhaps earn more than myself.” -She consented to this, and he put her at night with sufficient -provision in the boat. They reached Dunvegan safely (<i>le deadh -shoirbheachadh</i>). Finlay’s wife got away unnoticed from the -boat, and waited at a house near till the festivities began. -When the crew and those who came in the boat reached the castle, -there was much rejoicing; an abundant feast was provided, and -company gathered, and the usual customs when tables were -spread and guests invited, were observed. Among those who -came to the gathering was a dependent of good position, who, -through some trifling cause, had lost the favour of MacLeod. -Finlay observed that he kept aloof from the company, and -having ascertained the cause, advised him to pledge MacLeod’s -health, and at the same time make his grievance known. He -took the advice, and said,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Esteemed was I in MacLeod’s house</div> - <div class="verse indent0">When justice sat in his land,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And I am a forgotten son to-night</div> - <div class="verse indent0">At the time of drawing in to wine (drinking),</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But this to you, son of Dark John,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who came in to-day or yesterday,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I am the son of a hero</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Who was here in the past,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Though I cannot to-day</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Get the hill for my cattle.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(“Bu mhùirneach mise ’an tigh Mhic Leòid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’Nuair shuidh a’ chòir ’n a thìr,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S mac dì-chuimhnicht’ mi ’n nochd ’n a theach</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’An àm tarruing a steach gu fion,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ach sud ortsa, mhic Iain Duibh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A thàinig stigh an diugh no ’n dé,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mise mac suinn a bh’ ann riamh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ged nach fhaigh mi ’n diugh an sliabh g’ am spréidh.”)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p> -<p>“Good youth,” MacLean said, “go you to Mull and I will -give you land (<i>fearann</i>) there.” He said,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“I was a hero’s son last year,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But I am a son of sorrow this year;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If I am put under a third weight,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I will be a son of Mull next year.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(“Bu mhac suinn mi an uiridh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ach mac mulaid mi ’m bliadhna;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ma chuireas iad orm tuille treise,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S mac Muileach mi air an ath-bhliadhna.”)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“MacLeod’s own lands are not yet exhausted,” MacLeod said, -and he restored him to his former place and privileges, and he -never had to go to Mull or anywhere else for land.</p> - -<p>During this time Finlay kept looking for his wife’s appearance, -and whenever he saw her in the doorway he called out to her, -“Poor woman! what has brought you here? It must be some -pressing need that made you come among the nobles of the -Clan Leod to-night. Tell your story, and sure am I they will -one and all be willing to give you help, and that they will not -let you away as empty-handed as you have come.” She said -she was a poor woman who was bringing herself through life -honestly as she best could, with help from those who took -notice of her poverty and gave her charity, and that she came -to the nobles of the Clan Leod, as they were gathered at this -time, to try if they would help her. “Let your countrymen do -as they like,” Finlay said, “I will give you a calving cow (<i>mart-laoigh</i>).” -MacLean looked at him in astonishment, and it was -no wonder, when he heard him give away the only cow the -poor woman in Balemartin had to the northern wife (<i>do ’n -chaillich thuathaich</i>). Everyone of the nobles present gave her -a similar gift, till she had the nine cows. When the company -left, and MacLean had an opportunity of speaking to Finlay, -he said to him, “What made you give the only cow you had to -the northern wife?” “Do you know who the wife is?” Finlay -said. “What do I care what wife she is or was,” MacLean<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span> -said. “It was just my own wife who was there and got all the -cows, and you need not give her yours till you return home,” -Finlay said. “And how did you bring her here?” MacLean -asked. “Ods! MacLean,” he said, “just in the big hogshead -at your feet in the galley.” “No death will ever happen to you -but to be hanged for your quirks” (<i>cha tig bàs ortsa ’m feasd -ach do chrochadh le d’ raoitean</i>), MacLean said, and he advised -him to send the cattle to Mull, till they could be ferried to -Tiree. Finlay took the advice, and sent his wife and the cows -to MacLean’s place at Benmolach, on the north-west side of -Mull, and she got them to Balemartin, where MacLean on his -return home sent her his own gift.</p> - -<p>Finlay began his work and went on diligently with it that he -might be ready at the end of the year to return home, and -MacLeod came frequently where he was, more to hear what he -had to say than to see the progress he was making with his -work. One day, happening to find him at his breakfast, and -observing that Finlay began at the back with a shape of butter -(<i>measgan-ìme</i>) that was set before him, MacLeod asked him -when he had finished, why he did not begin at the front of it. -“I took it just from back to front as was wont at MacLean’s -table, where the measures were round (<i>far nach biodh na -measgain ’n am bloidhean</i>)” On another occasion MacLeod -found him paring a remnant of cheese (<i>cùl càise</i>), and asked -him when he had learned to pare cheese. “Since I came -to MacLeod’s Castle,” he said: “it was not the custom to -put a remnant on the inviting, merry, bountiful table in MacLean’s -house (<i>air bòrd fiughaireach, aighearach, fialaidh -Mhic’illeathain</i>).”</p> - -<p>When the year had expired, MacLean, as had been agreed -on, went to bring Finlay home. He was cordially received by -MacLeod and was enjoying, after his journey, the usual hospitalities -prepared for guests of his rank, when he heard the sound -of Finlay’s hammer: “My loss! (<i>mo chreach!</i>),” he said, “I have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</span> -too long delayed going where Finlay is.” When he reached -him, he said, “Excuse me, Finlay, I have been rather a long -time of coming where you are.” “I know that, MacLean,” he -said,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The object of my contempt is the small table</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where meanness would be (found):</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The object of my praise was the well filled table</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Where proud heroes sat.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You did not take in Finlay Guivnac</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor remember him till the last.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(“B’e mo laochan am bòrd suaile</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Air am bitheadh na laoich mheamnach:</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cha d’ thug thusa stigh do ghobhainn Guibhneach,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S cha do chuimhnich thu e gu anmoch.”)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>MacLean then asked after his welfare during the year, and -said among other things, he would like to hear what were his -opinions of the women of the MacLeod country since his -coming among them. “Well, I will tell you that,” Finlay said,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“If all the women of the Clan MacLeod,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Small and great, old and young,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Were gathered in one body,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">It would be one right one I would make out of them.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(“Ged bhiodh mnathan Sìol Leòid,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beag is mòr, sean ’s crìon,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Air an càradh ’an aona bhodhaig</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S e aona bhean chòir a dheanainn dhiubh.”)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>“They will not be well pleased with your words.” “They -will be better pleased with my words than I have been with -their ways,” Finlay said; “I see it is time to return to Tiree,” -MacLean said.</p> - -<p>When Finlay went to get payment from MacLeod before -leaving, and as they were conversing together after settling between -them, MacLeod said he would lay a wager that the peats of -Tiree would not burn so well as the peats of Skye. “What is<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</span> -your opinion, Finlay?” MacLean asked; “Shall I accept the -wager?” “Well, as a matter of indifference I will wager they -will not burn as well as those of the White Moss in Tiree -(<i>Leòra! cuiridh mise geall uach gabh iad co maith ri mòine -Bhlàir-bhàin ’an Tireadh</i>),” Finlay said, and the wager was -laid. “I will try another wager,” MacLeod said, “that our -dogs will thrash the MacLean dogs.” This wager was also -accepted, and MacLeod came to Tiree with them, bringing -peats and dogs with him in the galley. On putting the wagers -to the test, the Skye peat when kindled lighted brightly with a -great flare, but was soon burnt out. MacLean then asked if -they would try the Tiree kind now. As none had been brought -by the servants, and as it had previously been agreed on between -them, MacLean asked Finlay to go for them himself. Finlay -said perhaps it would not be the best that he would bring in. -He went out, and gathering an armful of peats took and steeped -them one by one (<i>fòid an déigh fòid</i>) in a cask of oil. -When MacLeod saw them he said, “O man, how wet they are! -(<i>O dhuine, nach iad a tha fliuch</i>).” “The wetter they are, the -livelier they will burn (<i>mar a’ s fliuiche ’s ann a’ s braise iad</i>),” -Finlay replied, putting them on; and when they took fire they -nearly burned the house. “Did I not say they would burn -better than those of Skye,” Finlay said to MacLeod, “and you -have lost the wager.” “Undoubtedly I have,” the other replied. -Next day the dog fight (<i>tabaid chon</i>) was to be tried. Finlay -rose early and gave his dogs the strongest “crowdie” (<i>fuarag</i>, -a mixture of milk and meal), and though they were smaller -when the fight began, MacLeod’s dogs could not hold one -bout with them. “It is surprising,” MacLeod said, “when -one of my dogs is as big as two of MacLean’s dogs.” “You -need not be at all surprised,” Finlay said, “those here are of -the race of dogs that were in the land of the Fians (<i>so sìolachadh -nan con a bh’ aca ’s an Fhéinn</i>), and no other kind need try -their strength against them.” “If you were in the land of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</span> -Fians, you came back, and no one need lay a wager with -MacLean so long as he has you with him.” MacLeod bade -them farewell and returned home (<i>Dh’ fhàg e beannachd aca -’s thill e dhachaidh</i>).</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_15" href="#FNanchor_15" class="label">[15]</a> <i>Sainnseal</i> means the giving of a free gift, or handsel.</p> - -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="BIG_DEWAR_OF_BALEMARTIN_TIREE">BIG DEWAR OF BALEMARTIN, TIREE.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>He was John MacLean, a native of Dowart in the island of -Mull, who fled to Jura.<a id="FNanchor_16" href="#Footnote_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> He is said to have been the first man -from that island who settled in Tiree, and on that account was -known as Dewar (<i>Diùrach</i>).<a id="FNanchor_17" href="#Footnote_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> He and his seven sons were alike -powerful and strong men. They held the township of Balemartin -(on the south side of Tiree), including Sorabi, where a burying -ground is, and where there was at one time a chapel to which -was attached the land of Sorabi garden. At this time the -people in the island were paying rent or tax (<i>cìs</i>), but it was -found impossible to make big John Dewar submit to pay the tax. -The first time any attempt was made to compel him to pay it, -he took with him his seven sons to Island-House, the proprietor’s -residence, and put them on the sward in front of the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</span> -house (<i>air dòirlinn an eilein</i>), saying, “This is the payment I -have brought you, and you may take it or leave it.” Another -attempt to enforce payment from him ended as told in the -following account:—</p> - -<p>One day when he and his sons were ploughing, two of the -sons being at Sorabi, as there were few people in the neighbourhood, -and his sons were at some distance from him, he -had to go himself to the smithy to repair the ploughshare (<i>a -ghlasadh an t-suic</i>). It was the beginning of summer, and he -left the horses in the plough, eating the wild mustard (<i>sgeallan</i>) -in the field where he was ploughing, grass and other herbage -being scant. While their father was away at the smithy, the -sons who were at Sorabi, on taking a look seawards, observed a -boat (<i>bìrlinn</i>) coming in towards the shore. It kept its course for -the small bay of boats (<i>port nan long</i>), in Balemartin, and had on -board a very strong man called “Dark John Campbell” (<i>Iain -Dubh Caimbeul</i>), who was sent to collect the tax from those in -the island who were unwilling to pay it. He had an able crew -with him in the boat. They landed, and when they reached -the place where Dewar was ploughing, the first thing they did -was to seize the horses in the plough (<i>na h-eich a bha ’s an -t-seisreach</i>), to take them away in the boat as payment of the -tax. When they were almost ready to be off, Dewar came in -sight on his return from the smithy. On seeing the unwelcome -strangers he quickened his steps to intercept them, and took -hold of the horses to take them back. Campbell drew his -sword, bidding him be off as fast as he could or he would put -his head beside his feet. Dewar drew his own sword and said, -“Come on and do all you are able.” The fray began between -them, and Dewar was driving Campbell, Inveraray, backwards -until he put him in among the graves (<i>lic</i>) in the burying-ground, -and it so happened that Campbell stumbled on MacLean’s -cross and fell backwards. Before he could raise himself Dewar -got the upper hand of him. On seeing him fall, his men were<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</span> -certain that he must have been killed, and they went away with -the horses to the boat and put off to sea. “Let me rise,” -Campbell said, “and I will give you my word that I will never -come again on the same errand.” “I will,” Dewar said, “but -give me your oath on that, that it will be as that (<i>gu ’m bi sin -mar sin</i>).” Campbell gave his word, “and more than that,” -he said, “I will send you the value of the horses when I reach -Inveraray.” “You will now come with me to my house,” Dewar -said, “and you need not have fear or dread; your house-quarters -and welcome will not be worse than my own, till you -can find a way of returning home.” In the course of some days -Campbell got away, and he never returned again to “bullyrag” or -intimidate any one. On reaching Inveraray he was as good as -his word. He sold the horses and sent the price to Dewar, who -was never compelled to pay the tax.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_16" href="#FNanchor_16" class="label">[16]</a> The cause of John Dewar’s flight to Jura is said to have been -occasioned by his having given information to MacLaine of Lochbuie -which was injurious to MacLean of Dowart, in a dispute that occurred -between them.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_17" href="#FNanchor_17" class="label">[17]</a> Several of John Dewar’s descendants are at the present day in -Tiree. They are known as <i>na Diùraich</i>, one family who are descended -from the elder of his sons being cottars in Balemartin.</p> - -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_BIG_LAD_OF_DERVAIG">THE BIG LAD OF DERVAIG.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Contemporary with John Dewar of Balemartin, Tiree, the Big -Lad was living at Dervaig, Mull, with his father, Charles, son -of Fair Neil of Dervaig. This lad, as he grew up to manhood, -became noted for his great strength and prowess, as well as for -his handsome person. At the same time he was reckless and -foolish. Despising his father’s reproofs and heedless of his -counsel, advice or admonitions, he went on in his mad career<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</span> -until at last he purloined money from him, with which he -bought a ship and went sailing away, none of his friends knew -whither. After some years he returned home, broken-down in -appearance, empty-handed, and a complete “tatterdemalion,” -having wrecked his ship on the coast of Ireland, and lost all -the wealth he had accumulated to repay his father, who was -now dead. The grieve (<i>an t-aoirean</i>) had the land, and he went -where he was. The grieve told him about his father’s death, -and advised him to go to his father’s brother, Donald, son of -fair Neil, who had Hynish, Tiree, at that time, and whatever -advice he would get from him, to follow it, and he (the grieve) -would give him clothing and means to take him there, on -condition of being repaid when he returned. As there was no -other way open to him of redeeming his past errors, he agreed -to the grieve’s conditions and went to Tiree to his uncle, by -whom he was coldly received. “What business has brought -you, and where are you going when you have come here?” -“To ask advice from yourself,” he said. “Good was the -advice your father had to give, and you did not take it; what -I advise you to do is, to go and enlist in the Black Watch, and -that will keep you out of harm. You will stay here to-night, -and I will give you money to-morrow morning to take you to -the regiment,” his uncle said. His uncle was married to a -daughter of MacLean, Laird of Coll. Her husband did not -tell her of his nephew’s arrival, as he was displeased at his -coming. When the Big Lad was leaving the house next -morning, she saw him passing the window and asked who the -handsome-looking stranger was. On being told, she made him -return to the house, gave him food, drink, and clothing, and -on parting, money to take him on his way. He returned to -Dervaig, paid the ploughman his due, and went off to the wars. -At the first place he landed, said to be Greenock, a pressgang -was waiting to seize whoever they could get to suit the king’s -service, and on seeing this likely man they instantly surrounded<span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</span> -him, to carry him off by force. He turned about and asked -what they wanted with him. They said, “To take you with -us in spite of you.” When he understood their intentions he -opened his arms to their widest extent and drove all those -before him, eighteen men, backwards into the sea, and left -them there floating to get out the best way they could. He -then made his way till he enlisted in the Black Watch, then on -the eve of leaving for America, where it remained for seven -years. During that time the Big Lad (<i>an Gille mòr</i>) won the -esteem and commendation of his superiors in rank, by his -exemplary conduct and good bearing, as well as the -admiration and affection of his equals, to whom he was -courteous and forbearing. When the regiment was returning -to England, the officers frequently spent their leisure time, on -board of the man-of-war that brought it home, playing dice. -One day, when they were at their games, the Big Lad was looking -on, and he saw a young man, one of the English officers, -insolently, but more in jest than in earnest, striking on the ear -the colonel of the regiment, who, the Big Lad knew, was a -Highlander. When he saw the insult was not resented, he said -in Gaelic to the Colonel, “Why did you let him strike you?” -(<i>C’ ar son a leig thu leis do bhualadh?</i>). “You are, then, a -Highlander,” the colonel said to him, “and you have been with -me for seven years without telling me that you are.” “If you -would do what I ask you, I will make you one that he will not -do the same thing to you again,” he said to the colonel.</p> - -<p>“What do you want me to do?” the colonel said. “That -you will write out my discharge when we reach London,” he -said. “But a soldier cannot get his discharge without an order -(stamped) under the crown,” the colonel said. “Write what -you can for me and I will not plead for more,” he said. -“Anything I can write will not do you any good,” the colonel -said. “Write that itself,” he said; and he got it written. Next -time the play was going on, the Big Lad looked on, and when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</span> -he saw the same one striking the colonel again, he went to him -and asked why he did it. The reply he got was that soldiers -were not allowed to question their officers. “This is my way -of excusing myself,” the Big Lad said, giving him a blow he -had cause to remember all his life, if he ever recovered from -it. The soldier was sentenced to be severely punished, but on -arriving in England, he deserted—though desertion of the army -is not a custom of Highland soldiers—and became a fugitive. -The great esteem in which he was held prevented any one from -hindering his flight. He got ashore at night among the baggage, -and harbour lights not being numerous in those days, he could -not easily be seen making his escape. Whenever he got his -foot on land he set off, and during the remainder of the night -he ran on flying from pursuit. In the day-time he hid himself -under hedges and haystacks, and next night fled on. On the -following day he was becoming exhausted, and he ventured to -ask food at a wayside house. As his appearance was that of a -poor soldier he got scanty fare, but he asked with civility for -better food, and it was given to him. While he was taking it -two strangers came in to the same room with him, and seeing -his table well supplied while their own was poorly furnished, -one of them said, “It is strange to see a Highland soldier with -good food, while we have next to nothing,” and he went over -and swept away all the meat from the soldier’s table to his own. -The soldier called the mistress of the house and asked her who -the men were. She said they were travellers, and she asked -them why they took the meat from the soldier’s table, and told -them if they had in a civil manner asked better food for themselves -they would have got it, instead of raising a quarrel. The -soldier said he would settle the quarrel; and finding a large -iron hoop (<i>lùbach mhòr iaruinn</i>) at hand, he straightened it (a -fathom in length) and flung it round the head of the one -nearest to him, then twisted it in a noose and put the other -one’s head in the remainder. He then drew them both out<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</span> -after him, and left them on the high road. “Now,” he said to -them at parting, “you can travel on, for you will not come out -of that tie till you are put in a smithy fire (<i>teallach gobhainn</i>).” -He returned to pay the hostess, who said to him, “You do not -appear to have much money.” “I have seven day’s pay of a -soldier left, to pay my way,” he said. “Good youth,” she said, -“here is double the amount to you, to take you on your -journey, and I am sufficiently repaid by your ridding my house -of disagreeable guests.” He took the gift thankfully, and -turned his face northwards, to come to Scotland (<i>Albainn</i>). -The next evening, he saw a fine house, to which he went in the -dusk, and asked permission to warm himself. He was allowed -to enter, and while standing with his back to the fire, the -daughter of the house saw the handsome stranger, and she told -her father. He desired food to be given to him, and that he was -to be sent where he was. When she went with this request, -the soldier asked who her father was. She said he was a -nobleman (<i>àrd-dhuin’ uasal</i>). “A soldier is a bad companion -for a nobleman,” he said. He went with her and saw her -father, a grey-haired man in a chair, looking about him. The -soldier was asked to sit down. After conversing some time, -the old man said, “Young man, I have a daughter here who -gives me much trouble to keep her in company. If you can -play cards (<i>iomairt chairtean</i>), take my place at the table; there -is a money reward (<i>duais airgid</i>) for every game won.” “I have no -money,” the soldier replied. “I will lend you some,” she said. The -play went on till he won six games, one after another. He then -wanted to stop playing, and offered her back all the winnings, -but she would only take the sum she lent him, saying the rest -was rightly his own. He was to remain there that night, and -was not to go away in the morning without telling them. Being -afraid of pursuit, he went away at daybreak. He had not gone -far when he knew that a horseman was coming after him. He -waited to see if he was sent to get back the money he had won<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</span> -at the card table; but it was a messenger with a request to him -from the nobleman to return to the castle. When he appeared -the nobleman chid him for leaving the castle unknown to him, -and told him how his daughter had fallen in love with him, and -had resolved never to marry any one else. The soldier said, -“A soldier is a poor husband for her.” The nobleman was -convinced that he was not a common soldier whatever circumstances -had placed him in that position, and said he preferred -his daughter’s happiness to wealth or rank. He remained with -them and married the daughter; and when he laid aside the -soldier’s dress, there was not his equal to be seen in the new dress -provided for him. He was esteemed for the dignity of his -demeanour as much as he was admired for his fine appearance, -and he lived, without remembrance of his past misadventures, -in the enjoyment of happiness and prosperity. In those days -news travelled slowly, newspapers appearing only once or twice -a year in populous villages, and they did not reach remote -places. In one which came to the nobleman at this time, there -was an account of two men tied in an iron rod (<i>ann an slait -iaruinn</i>) who were being exhibited at a market town in England. -He went with the nobleman and his friends to see this wonder, -the two who were in the union (<i>an dithis a bha ’s a’ chaigionn</i>). -Whenever the men saw the Highlander they said to him “If -you were dressed in the kilt, we would say you were the man -who put us in this noose.” “If you had been more civil,” he -said to them, opening the coil, “when you met me, you would -not to-day be fools going through England with an iron rod -round your necks.” On this he was cheered by the people, -and if he was held in esteem before, he was much more on his -return home, where he remained and became a great man -(<i>duine mòr</i>), beloved and esteemed to the end of his life.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="STORY_OF_DONALD_GORM_OF_SLEAT">STORY OF DONALD GORM OF SLEAT.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Donald Gorm was at one time in the Island of Skye with his -galley and crew. When returning home to Uist, the day they -set out happened to become very stormy, and stress of weather -obliged them to return and make straight for Dunvegan, the -nearest place of shelter they could reach, where Donald Gorm -was not very willing to go if he could in any way avoid landing -there, since he had killed MacLeod of Dunvegan in a quarrel<a id="FNanchor_18" href="#Footnote_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> -which had arisen between them; but there was no alternative. -On observing the boat coming and in danger of being lost -MacLeod and the men of Dunvegan went to the shore to meet -them, and when they were safely landed gave them a kindly reception. -MacLeod took them with him to his castle and provided -hospitably for them. Donald Gorm was invited to MacLeod’s -own table, but refused, saying, “When I am away from home, -like this, with my men, I do not separate from them but sit -with them.” MacLeod said, “Your men will get plenty of -meat and drink by themselves, and come you with me.” “I -will not take food but with my men,” he said. When MacLeod -saw that Donald Gorm was resolved not to be separated -from his own men, and being unwilling to let him sit with -his, he asked in preference Donald Gorm’s men to his own -company. When dinner was over, drinking commenced, and -MacLeod becoming warm said to Donald Gorm by way of -remembrance, “Was it not you who killed my father?” “It -has been laid to my charge that I killed three contemptible -Highland lairds (<i>trì sgrogainich de thighearnan Gaidhealach</i>), -and I do not care though I should put the allegation on its -fourth foot to-night;” Donald Gorm said, drawing his dirk: -“There is the dirk that killed your father; it has a point, a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</span> -haft (<i>faillein</i>), and is sharp edged, and is held in the second -best hand at thrusting it in the west.”<a id="FNanchor_19" href="#Footnote_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> MacLeod thought he -was the second best hand himself, and he said, “Who is the -other?” Donald Gorm shifted the dagger to his left hand, -raised it, and said, “There it is.” MacLeod became afraid -and did not revive any other remembrance. When Donald -Gorm was offered a separate room at night, he said, “Whenever -I am from home I never have a separate bed from my men but -sleep in their very midst until I return to my own house again.” -They told him that his men had a sleeping-place provided for -them, and that he would be much better accommodated by -himself in the room prepared for him. When they saw he -could not be persuaded to alter his determination of passing -the night with his men, they made beds for himself and men -in the kiln (<i>àth</i>).<a id="FNanchor_20" href="#Footnote_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> The men, being wearied, slept without care, -but Donald Gorm did not close an eye. He had a friend, -somehow, in his time of need (<i>caraid éiginn air chor-eiginn</i>), in -the place, who came secretly to the kiln where he and his men -lay, and called to him, “Is it a time to sleep, Donald?” (<i>An -cadal dhuit, a Dhòmhnuill?</i>) “What if it is?” (<i>’Dé na ’m b’ è?</i>), -he answered from within the kiln. “If it is, it will not be” -(<i>na ’m b’ è cha bhì</i>), said the one outside. “Waken men, and -rise quickly,” he said to his company. They got up at once -and with all speed went out, shutting the door of the kiln -behind them when they were all through to the outside. They -fled straight to the shore and launched their boat; and fortunately -for them the wind had calmed and they were able to put out -oars and row the galley some distance from the shore before -their flight was observed. They had not gone far to sea before -they saw the kiln on fire. “In place of your father and grandfather -you have left yourself without a house, and Donald -Gorm is where you cannot reach him,” Donald Gorm said, and -he got safely home to his own house without hurt or injury -(<i>gun bheud gun mhilleadh</i>).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</span></p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_18" href="#FNanchor_18" class="label">[18]</a> The quarrel in which MacLeod was killed was caused, it is said, -by Donald Gorm’s having repudiated his wife, who was a daughter -of MacLeod, in order to marry MacKenzie of Kintail’s sister, and -MacLeod resenting the insult attacked Donald Gorm, who killed him -and his two sons by throwing them over precipices in the Coolin hills -in Skye where the skirmish took place. A different version of this -incident is given in an early account of the “Troubles in the isles -betwixt the Clan Donald and the Seil Tormot, the year 1601,” and is -to the effect that the feud was carried on by “Sir Rory MacLeod of -the Herries,” brother-in-law of Donald Gorm MacDonald of Sleat, -the reprisals being fierce and frequent until the MacLeods were -beaten at “Binguillin,” where a brother of Sir Rory and other chief -men of his party were taken prisoners by Donald Gorm, but on a -reconciliation taking place they were set at liberty. (See Gregory’s -History of the Western Highlands and Isles, p. 295).</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_19" href="#FNanchor_19" class="label">[19]</a> In regard to the story and incident of the dagger, there was a -song made, of which the writer has only been able to get the following -verse:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">This is the dirk that killed your father,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And it has not refused you yet,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Farewell to you from the side of the channel.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Holoagaich h-ol-ò</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Sud a’ bhiodag a mharbh d’ athair,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S cha do dhiùlt i ri thusa fhathast;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Soraidh leat o thaobh a’ chaoil.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_20" href="#FNanchor_20" class="label">[20]</a> Kiln (<i>àth</i>) here mentioned was in a thatched house about 17 feet -long and 10 wide, the breast being about 5 feet deep, one being built -in every township for preparing corn for grinding. Some peacefully -disposed, observant old men (<i>bodaichean sicire foirfe</i>) built kilns -in their own barns, to avoid being hindered or disturbed by their -neighbours at their work.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="DONALD_GORM_IN_MOIDART">DONALD GORM IN MOIDART.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The wife of the laird of Moidart (<i>Bean Mhac ’ic Ailein -Mhùideart</i>) once took great umbrage at Donald Gorm. He -came to Mac ’ic Ailein’s house, dressed, as was his custom, in a -suit of cloth of dun (natural) coloured sheep’s wool, with a stout -oaken cudgel in his hand. The laird’s wife happened to be the -first person he met, and without any preliminary word he asked, -“Is the lad Mac ’ic Ailein at home?” (<i>Bheil am balach Mac ’ic -Ailein a stigh?</i>) “No, he is not, at this time,” she answered indignantly -resenting his superciliousness. The next question he asked -was, “Will it be a long time before he comes home?” “I don’t -know,” she said. “You will tell him when he returns home, -that I was asking for him here, and that The Herd is the name -I get (<i>gur e am Buachaille a their iad rium</i>).” Mac ’ic Ailein -came home soon afterwards, and his wife told him about the -bold man who was enquiring. At her husband’s request she -described the stranger’s appearance and dress, and how “The -Herd” was the name he got. “Did you ask him in?” her -husband asked. “No,” she said, “he was so impertinent.” -“None but me will pay the penalty for that,” he said, “for he -was Donald Gorm of Sleat” (<i>Dòmhnull Gorm Shléibhte</i>). -Mac ’ic Ailein desired a horse to be saddled, and he rode at -full speed after, and overtook, Donald Gorm at the inn. After -much entreaty he was persuaded to return to Mac ’ic Ailein’s -house. On their arrival his wife made ample apology, and the -friendship was not broken.</p> - -<p>Mac ’ic Ailein had to hold MacConnel, the Herd of the Isles -(<i>Mac Chonnuill Buachaille nan Eileinean</i>) stirrup at every feast -and fair.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_BLACK_RAVEN_OF_GLENGARRY">THE BLACK RAVEN OF GLENGARRY.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The boundary line between the estates of Glengarry and Kintail -was, for ages, a winding river (<i>amhuinn cham</i>, literally “crooked -river”) which often overflowed its banks, changed its course, -and made encroachments on the land, sometimes on one side -and as frequently on the other, causing disputes and quarrels, -in regard to their respective rights and limits, between the -proprietors of the estates which it separated; the tenantry (<i>an -tuath</i>) on each property taking the part of their chief when the -strife ran high. In order to put an end to the quarrelling the -Chief of Glengarry (<i>Mac ’Ic Alasdair</i>) at this time insisted on -a straight line being drawn to mark the boundary between them, -but MacKenzie of Kintail would not give his assent to any -proposal for changing the old line which followed the course of -the river, and the feud broke out afresh (<i>bha an tabaid air a -bonn a rithist</i>). Glengarry had three sons, and in the skirmish -that took place on that occasion the two eldest sons were killed. -The youngest having been left at home on account of his -youth, escaped the fate of his brothers. He became known -afterwards as the Black Raven of Glengarry. When he grew -up to manhood his father said to him one day, “An insulting -message (<i>fios tàmailteach</i>) has been sent to me from Kintail -about the boundary line, and I must accept the challenge and -gather the men, and you must go with us.” “If it is fighting you -have in view,” said the Raven, “you must do it yourself, for me; -my two dear brothers were killed through your foolish quarrels, -and I would have been killed also if I had been old enough to be -with them at the time, but since I can now understand how -trifling the cause is, I will let yourselves be fighting.” His -father could only gather his men and go to the contest without<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</span> -him. When they were out of sight, the Raven put on his best -suit of armour and took several turns round the hill to elude -the notice of any straggler who might have been left, and then -set off at his utmost speed to get in advance of his father and -men. Before evening closed he was at the head of Loch -Duich, where he passed the night. Next day he procured a -plaid of MacKenzie tartan which he wrapped round him to -disguise the red badge (<i>suaicheantas dearg</i>) of Glengarry, and -made his way to the enemy’s headquarters at Donan Isle -(<i>Eilean donnan</i>), where the Kintail men were rapidly gathering -to the fray. It was customary in those days to set a large long -table (<i>bòrd mòr fada</i>) supplied with abundance of food and -drink for the entertainment of the men who assembled from -far and near. The Chief sat at the head, and every man on -taking his place stuck his dirk (<i>biodag</i>) in the edge of the table -in front of him before sitting down. The Black Raven got in -among the men unnoticed, and when the Chief of Kintail came -in, he said to the man who was beside him, “I wish to sit next -to Kintail.” His appearance did not betray him, and no one -objected to his request, but when he was taking the seat beside -the Chief, he threw MacKenzie backwards on the ground and -put his foot upon him to keep him down, and the point of his -dirk resting on the breast of the prostrate man. His plaid having -slipped aside, the red (<i>an dearg</i>) was exposed, and in an instant -a hundred dirks were ready to riddle him (<i>g’ a dheanamh ’n a -chriathar-tholl</i>); but he said, commanding them, “The moment -I am approached, your Chief will be a dead man.” “If I fall,” -he said to the Chief, “it will be on the hilt of my own weapon, -and you will never rise—its point is on your breast, and any -attempt to take my life imperils yours. I did not come here -for war but for peace, and unless you will consent to lay aside -all animosities, and solemnly promise never to renew this -quarrel, your life is forfeited. I have only to press the hilt of -this dagger, on which my hand rests, and whatever fate awaits<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</span> -me you will have no more power to do harm.” Kintail agreed -to make peace, and gave his oath twice on the cold iron of the -dirk on his breast that he would faithfully keep his promise. -The Black Raven, after sharing in the hospitalities provided for -the occasion, returned home, the Chief and men of Kintail -accompanying him part of the way. When he met his father -with his band of fighting men, he told them to return home, -that he had done alone more than they had ever been able to -do with all their boasting and fighting; he had put an end to -their fighting, and got a guarantee for a lasting peace without -one drop of bloodshed, and henceforth if he found any one -among them making or renewing the quarrel, he would give -the Chief of Kintail full liberty to treat them as he saw proper.</p> - -<p>The friendship then made between the Chieftains was ever -afterwards steadily maintained by them, and the Raven became -one of the most distinguished men in the service of his country -at that time.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="CAILLEACH_POINT_OR_THE_OLD_WIFES" title="CAILLEACH POINT OR THE OLD WIFES HEADLAND.">CAILLEACH POINT, OR THE OLD WIFE’S -HEADLAND,</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Is one of the stormiest and most dangerous headlands on the -west coast of Scotland. From base to top it is rocky, and for -a considerable distance on each side.</p> - -<p>It faces the Island of Coll, and commands a view of the -Point of Ardnamurchan, from which it is distant about seven -or eight miles. At its base there is a strong tidal channel -which has never been known to be dry at the lowest ebb tide. -From its highest point the spectre of “Hugh of the Little<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</span> -Head” is said to cross on horseback to Coll to give warning, -as he is wont to do, to any descendants of the house of Lochbuie -of their approaching end. Hugh is said to have had his -head cut off by a broad sword in one of the clan skirmishes of -old times. He has his head in a blaze of fire, and the tracks -of his horse seen on the snow shew only three legs, and the -terror of children and credulous people is increased by his -being said to drag a chain after him. To the south of the -Point there is a cave, which becomes accessible only when the -tide has half fallen. Its Gaelic name is <i>Uamh Bhuaile nan -Drogh</i>. Wild pigeons tenant it, and are seen emerging when -the tide has fallen. The cooing sound of the birds heard -under water seems to have led to the name, which means, the -Cave of the Cattle-fold of the fairies, and it is noticeable that -the word <i>Drogh</i> denotes that it first received its name from a -Teutonic source, very possibly from the race that came ultimately -to tenant the Orkney islands. It is said, however, that -Dutchmen possessed the fisheries on the west coast of Scotland, -and it has been suggested that the word <i>Drogh</i> is from Dragnet, -which they kept in the cave. The tides which sweep past -this point render it more difficult and dangerous to get past in -a head wind than even the Point of Ardnamurchan, of which -the dangerous character is well known. To the north of the -Point in the direction of Croig in Mull, there is an indentation -which is called <i>Achlais na Caillich</i> (the old woman’s oxter or -armpit) where salmon nets are set. It has been characterised -as not the armpit of a smooth woman (<i>Achlais na mnà mìne</i>) -and the story which is said to have given its name to the -Headland, is, that an old woman was gathering shell-fish in the -neighbourhood when the tide began to make, and the woman -finding no other means of escape made a last effort by climbing -up the rocks. When at the top, and almost out of danger, she -said “I am safe now, in spite of God and men” (<i>Tha mi -tearuinte nis ge b’ oil le Dia ’s le daoine</i>). She was converted<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</span> -into a stone forming part of the rock distinctly to be seen from -the highest point of <i>Cailleach</i>. It is said that the figure of the -old woman was very distinctly to be seen at first, and hence the -name of the Headland, but time has done its own work and -the figure is not now so unmistakable. Even the origin of the -name is only known to those who are natives of the -neighbourhood.</p> - -<p>On one occasion, the writer being himself ensconced under -the side deck of a smack, then plying to the island, heard a -Tiree boatman, who was conversing with a minister from the -south of Argyleshire, and had no fancy for the overly pious -talk of the too-zealous stranger, remarking that there was an -old woman here and when she gave a snort, she could be heard -over in Coll. [“<i>Tha Cailleach an so ’s trà nì i sreothart cluinnidh -iad ’an Cola i.</i>”] The minister said that that was most extraordinary, -and as it now began to rain the boatman began to -exhort him to go below, and professed much regard for the -minister’s health. At last he got rid of him.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="A_TRADITION_OF_ISLAY">A TRADITION OF ISLAY.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The western isles according to tradition were thinly inhabited -for a long period of years, after the defeat and expulsion of the -Norsemen. These invaders had left few of the natives alive -and the land remained desolate. The first man then who took -possession of the country was powerful John MacConnal who -was called, the shepherd of the isles, and the first of the lords -of the isles (<i>Iain mòr Maconuil ris an abairteadh buachaille nan<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</span> -eileanan, b’e ceud tighearna nan eileanan</i>). He had seven sons, -among whom, when they came of age, he began to divide his -possessions, but the Highlands and isles being too limited in -his opinion for division among so many, he went away to -Ireland with one of his sons, to overthrow one or more of the -five kings by whom that country was then governed, and put -his son in possession of any territory he might acquire in the -contest, leaving his eldest son in Islay, which was the first of -the isles possessed by him. In this enterprise he succeeded in -seizing that part of Ireland then under the authority of the -Earl of Antrim, and gave it to his son, whose nephew -came from Islay, when some years had passed, to see him -in Antrim. This nephew during one of those visits fell in -love with a noblewoman of the country whom he asked in -marriage. His proposal being agreed to, he was requested, as -was then the custom, to name the dowry he wanted with her. -His request was 700 men who had nicknames (<i>far-ainmeannan</i>) -to take with him to Islay. In those days, it is said, that great -men and nobles only had pseudonyms and he took this method -of getting these and their followers to repeople the isles, and -their descendants are yet to be found in many parts of the -country as well as in the islands.</p> - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="ml10 mr10"> -<p>Islay is separated from the island of Jura by the sound of Islay -and lies west of Cantyre in Argyleshire. Its extent is 25 miles long -and 17 miles broad. The south west point is called the Rhinns (<i>an -roinn Ileach</i>). The island is hilly and penetrated by an arm of the -sea, Lochindaal, which is 12 miles long and 8 miles broad. There -are good crops grown on the island and cattle are reared and fish is -abundant on its coasts. A small quantity of various kinds of ore is<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</span> -found throughout the island, but its distilleries are its chief industry -at the present day. It was in former times the chief residence of the -Lords of the Isles, and the ruins of castles, forts, and chapels are -numerous and interesting as records of a past age.</p> - -<p>The Beatons or Bethunes and MacLarty are said to have been among -those who came from Ireland with <i>MacConuil</i>. The latter being -descendants of grey haired Niel (<i>Nial Liath</i>) who was interpreter -(<i>fear-labhairt</i>) for Maconnal, hence the name. It is told of Niel, that -being at one time surrounded by his enemies in a battle, he was -commanded to deliver his sword. “If I do,” he said, “it will be by the -point” (<i>ma liubhras, ’sann an aghaidh a ranna</i>), and cleaving his -way through them he escaped and joined his companions.</p> - -<p>After his settlement in the western island MacConnal (<i>Iain Mòr -MacConuill</i>) is said to have divided his possessions among his seven -sons by sending one of them John (<i>Iain</i>) to Glencoe, hence the patronymic -Clan of the son of John of Glencoe (<i>Clann ’ic Iain Ghleann-a-comhunn</i>), -another son Ronald (<i>Raonull</i>) was sent to Keppoch (<i>a’ -Cheapaich</i>), one Allan (<i>Ailean</i>) was sent to Moidart (<i>Mùideart</i>). -These were settled on the mainland in the counties of Argyle and -Inverness, while the island of Skye was given to another son, Grim -Donald of Sleat, (<i>Dòmhnull gorm Shléibhte</i>). Another son got the -smaller isles, and another went to Ireland and became Earl of Antrim -while the heir remained in Islay and held the adjacent islands as well -as portions of the mainland. Of the 700 who returned with his son -from Antrim to people the islands after the expulsion of the Norsemen, -22 were heads of families. The person from whom the writer -heard this, now above 70 years of age, was certain that Beaton or -Bethune was one of the names, but he had forgotten the others.</p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="FAIR LACHLAN, SON OF FAIR NEIL OF DERVAIG." id="FAIR_LACHLAN_SON_OF_FAIR_NEIL_OF_DERVAIG"> -FAIR LACHLAN, SON OF FAIR NEIL OF DERVAIG.<br /> - -<span class="p85">(<i>Lachunn fionn mac Neill bhàin, Fear Dhearbhaig.</i>)</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">At the time when Lachlan Kattanach was Chief of MacLean -(<i>ri linn Mhic-’illeathain Lachunn Cattanach na gruaige</i>), his -wife (<i>a bhantighearna</i>) dreamt about an Irish chief of the -name of William O’Power (?) (<i>Uilleam O’ buaidh</i>) and in the -same way, at the same time, this Irish Chief dreamt about her. -It happened then that they began to communicate with each -other. (At that time more trade was carried on with Ireland -by these Western Isles than with any other place.) One day -MacLean discovered that his wife was keeping on a correspondence, -unknown to him, with the Irish Chief, and was much -distressed about this injury to his honour. In order to test his -wife’s affection for her secret lover, he went to her with a -penknife in his hand and said, “There is a present <i>O’ buaidh</i> -has sent you.” She looked at the knife and said,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“My darling who sent me the knife</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I weary at his delay in coming across the sea,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And may I not enjoy health</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If I do love it better than the hand that holds it.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(M’ eudail ’chuir thugam an sgian</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S fhada leam a thriall thar muir,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S na ’n a mheall mi mo shlàint’</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mur docha leam i na’n lamh ’sa bheil).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>MacLean was then convinced of his wife’s disgrace, and went -away and sent for his kinsman, Fair Lachlan (<i>Lachunn fionn</i>) -who was then at Hynish, and who, on receiving a message from -his Chief, went immediately to Island House. On reaching, MacLean -said to him, “I sent for you to go to Ireland; you are a -clever man and you have seven sons, go and bring me the -head of O’Power, and any crime you may commit, or any<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</span> -injustice you may from this time do to any one, will be over -looked by me (<i>tha thu ’n ad dhuine tapaidh ’s seachdnar mhac -agad, falbh ’s thoir g’ am ionnsuidh ceann Uilleam O’ buaidhe ’s -aona chron na anaceart sam bith nì thu theid a mhathadh dhuit -leamsa</i>). Next day, <i>Lachunn fionn</i> with his sons set off in the -galley, and before sundown he was in Islay. The following day he -was in Ireland, and asked the first person he met for the man he -was tracing (<i>a bha e air a luirg</i>). “If you wish to see him,” the -person said, “he is coming this way, in a coach drawn by two -white horses, and no one in Ireland has that but himself.” The -old man then went on to try and meet him, and after going a short -distance he saw him coming towards him to meet him (<i>chaidh -an sean duine air aghaidh feuch an tachradh e air, ’s an ceann -ceum na dhà chunnaic e e tighinn ’na choinneamh ’s ’na chòmhail</i>). -When he came near, O’Power (<i>O’ buaidh</i>) commanded him to -stop, and said, “I see you are a stranger in the place?” -“Indeed,” he replied, (<i>seadh ars’ esan</i>). “Whence have you -come?” the Chief asked, (<i>Co ás a thàinig thu?</i>). “I came -from Tiree,” he answered. “Do you know the lady of MacLean -there?” “I know her well,” he said. “Will you bring -her a message from me?” (<i>An toir thu fios uam g’ a h-ionnsuidh?</i>) -“I will,” he said, (<i>bheir, ars’ esan</i>). The chief there -and then put the message in order, and put his head out of -the coach to deliver it, but the other, while taking it with the -one hand, struck off his head with the other hand. (<i>Sin fhéin -chuir e ’n teachdaireachd air doigh ’s chuir e mach a cheann g’ a -toirt dà, ’s ’nuair bha e ’ga gabhail leis an aona laimh thilg e dheth -an ceann leis an laimh eile</i>). The man-servant was stupified -(lit. went astray), (<i>chaidh an gille air seacharan</i>), and Fair -Lachlan got an opportunity (<i>fhuair e fàth</i>) of taking the head -with him to the galley with which he set sail (<i>leig e ri cuain di</i>) -and was in Islay on his return journey that evening. Next day -after (<i>maireach ’na dheighinn sin</i>) he was in Tiree, and went -early in the day to Island House (<i>do ’n eilean</i>). Finding, on<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</span> -reaching, that MacLean and his wife were at breakfast, he went -in where they were and put the head of the Irish Chief on the -end of the table, with the face towards MacLean’s wife. She -looked at it and fell down stone dead at the side of the table -(<i>sheall i air ’s thuit i fuar marbh aig taobh a’ bhùird</i>). Some -time after this Fair Lachlan’s sons were taking peats home -from Moss to Hynish. There were five of them with seven -horses, which were fastened together, and went on one after -another, having a sort of deep basket (<i>cliabh</i>) slung on each side -of each horse for the conveyance of burdens. On account of -Big Dewar of Balemartin, who was so fierce, (<i>co fiadhaich</i>) they -could not take the straight way by Balemartin to Hynish, but -had to take the more rugged path by Hynish hill, where, at -<i>Creag nan cliabh</i> (Creel rock) the footpath was so narrow that -on these occasions a person was in waiting to be in readiness -to take the creels off the horses and carry them past the rock. -At that time, there was a mill past Balviceon, with a bridge -across the dam which had to be lifted before sundown, and on -their way they had to pass across the bridge. It happened -on this occasion that the young men, by their own folly (<i>le ’n -amaideachd fhein</i>), were later than usual of returning, and the -bridge was withdrawn; and with the speed with which they -were going on, they did not observe that the bridge was lifted, -and the foremost of the horses went headlong into the dam -and was choked (<i>air a thachdadh</i>). The lads made their -way home, and told their father how the miller had taken -away the bridge, and what had happened to them. He -said, “If my horse was choked on his account (<i>air a thàillibh</i>), -the same thing will be done to him to-night yet”; and -that was what happened. He and his sons went back the -same way, step by step, (<i>air a’ cheart cheum</i>), and they caught -the poor man while he was asleep (<i>rug iad air an duine ’na -leabaidh</i>) and took him with them and hung him on the hillock -of the cross (<i>bac na croiche</i>), opposite Island House. When a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</span> -servant went in early next morning to kindle a fire in the room -where MacLean was, he asked what sort of day it was. The -servant said that it was a good day, but that a strange sight was -to be seen (<i>ni a tha cuir ioghnadh mór orm ri fhaicinn</i>). “What -is that?” the Chief asked. “It is a man hung on the hillock up -yonder (<i>duine air a chrochadh air a’ chroich shuas ud</i>). MacLean -said, as he rose up, “Who or what person dared do this without -my permission? (<i>Co an aona duine ’san dùthaich aig an robh -’chridh leithid so dheanamh gun chuir ’nam cheadsa?</i>) When he -saw the deed that was done, he shed bitter tears, and said that no -one had done this but Fair Lachlan (<i>cha d’ rinn duine riamh -so ach Lachunn fionn</i>). “It was in the agreement I made with -him when he brought me the man’s head from Ireland.” This -was the last hanging that was done in the island (<i>b’e so an -crochadh mu dheireadh a rinneadh ’s an eilean</i>).</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp100" id="message" style="max-width: 75em;"> - <img class="w100 p2" src="images/message.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p class="center">THE MESSAGE DELIVERED TO THE LOVER AND THE MANNER OF HIS DEATH.</p></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="LEGENDARY_HISTORY">LEGENDARY HISTORY.</h2> -</div> - - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="PRINCESS THYRA OF ULSTER AND HER LOVERS." id="PRINCESS_THYRA_OF_ULSTER_AND_HER_LOVERS"> -PRINCESS THYRA OF ULSTER AND HER LOVERS.<br /> - -<span class="p85"><span class="smcap"> -A Story of Lochmaree. -</span><a id="FNanchor_21" href="#Footnote_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">At one time the King of Denmark is said to have sent his son -to the Scottish court along with six others (<i>seisear eile</i>). They -landed in Caithness, where, as they came chiefly for sport, they -began to look for deer and other wild animals, and to enquire -where they were to be found. They were told that all animals -of the chase had become scarce since more people had come -to that part, but that in the neighbouring parts of the country, -especially in Ross-shire, they were still numerous, and if they -went there they would get abundant sport. They went, and -while they remained lived in a house of the MacKenzies’, near -Lochmaree. One day then, when following deer in the hill, -the young prince got separated from his companions, who each -and all found their way safely home. When he came in sight -of the house, being fatigued, he sat down by the roadside and -fell asleep. He was awakened by the sound of voices, and on -looking he saw two men, one of whom was young and the other -old, coming on the road towards him with a young woman -walking between. He got up, and as they were coming nearer -he was making out that he never saw a more beautiful woman. -He stood before them and spoke. The old man said, “You -are doing wrong in delaying us on our way.” “Methinks,” -said the young prince, “that I am not doing any thing out of -the way, nor have I spoken a wrong word.” The old man got -angry, and calling him rough names said he was ill-bred. “That -was not the way in which I was taught,” the prince answered,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</span> -“I have the blood of the kings of Denmark in my veins, and I -am inclined to put your head as low as your shoes for your -ill words (<i>air son do dhroch bheul</i>) which I have not deserved.” -When the old man heard this he became afraid, and made -excuses for the warmth of temper he had shewn, but said he -was under vows to protect the girl from all intrusion, “the -reason being that she is with us under the vows of the church -(<i>fo naomhachadh na h-eaglais</i>), by her father’s commands,” and -told him that they came ashore from the monastery of Isle-maree -and were to return before nightfall. “I would like well -to know who the maiden is whom you befriend,” said the -young prince. “The name of the daughter is,” the old man -answered, “Princess Thyra (<i>Deorath</i>) of the house of Ulster -in Ireland—and let us now pass.” In the parting the young -prince said to the maiden, “As this has been our first meeting, -so I fear it is to be our last: Farewell!” “I do not say,” she -answered. He went home, but, after some days, returned to -the same place expecting to see the same company, but no one -came ashore from the islet that day. The next time he went -he waited two days in vain, and the third time three days, and -returned home in the same way ill-pleased at his mischance. -He then resolved to go to the isle if there was a way of getting -to it. He was told that a man on the other side of the loch -had a boat, and he went to him and got him to go with him. -On landing, the man pointed out to him the way to the monastery, -and told him that he would come to a well, which he was -not to pass till he drank of its water; that the well was famed -for its efficacy in every malady to which mankind is subject, -and especially in restoring those who had lost their reason; -“and beside the well,” said the man, “there is a tree with a -hollow in its side (<i>slochd ’n a taobh</i>), and no one goes past it -without putting something of more or less value in.” The -youth went ashore, and, heedless of tree and well, reached -the house and demanded admittance at the first door he met.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</span> -When asked what brought him, or why he came, he said he -came to see the Irish princess. He was told that could not be -(<i>ni nach gabhadh deanamh</i>). He then asked if there was any -one in authority of whom he could make the request, and was -told there was the oldest of rank in the monastery, who, when -he came, said, “No! you cannot see the princess.” The young -man then told who he was, and said, “If I want her for my -wife and she consents, can you prevent the union?” “We -will leave the matter to her own will,” the old man answered. -She came gladly, and the prince spent that day on the islet. -Before he left she said, “I have a doubt in this matter.” -“What is that?” he asked. “It is that I never saw you but -once before now, neither did you see me, and if love comes -quickly, it may go as quickly.” “You know that from yourself,” -he said. “No,” she answered. He told her to look at the -evening star, which was to be seen in the south-western sky, -and said, “As truly as that star shines on yonder hill, so truly -do I love you.” “I have another doubt,” she said. “Your -doubts are very many,” he said. Her doubt was, that Red -Hector of the hills, as he was called from being among the -hills day and night, would be a dangerous foeman if he met -him on his way. He returned, landed, and having cause, as -he thought, to be pleased with events, was going on joyously -and light-hearted, whistling as he went along. He was not far -on his way when an arrow passed close to his face; the next -one stuck in his bonnet. He stood looking about him and -saw a big man standing beside a rock that was at the roadside -before him. “What sort of man are you, when you are going -to make a target of me?” the prince said. “Have you never -heard of Red Hector of the hills (<i>Eachann Ruadh nan cnoc</i>)? -If you have not, you now see him and will feel his skill. There -is a matter to settle between us which can never be done but in -one way, and that is, that you kill me or I kill you.” They -took their swords, one each (<i>claidheamh an t-aon</i>), blood was<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</span> -shed; the prince then asked if there was no other way of -settling the matter except by bloodshed. “Do not waste -speech (<i>Na bi ’cosg do sheanachais</i>); that you kill me or I kill -you, there is no other way,” he said, and struck the prince on -the side with his sword and sorely wounded him. He fell and -his enemy fled. The wounded man kept his hand on the -wound, but whenever he moved the blood spurted from it, and -he was passing the night in that way till his tongue became -swollen in his mouth. In the midst of his agony he heard the -drip of a streamlet in the hollow underneath where he lay, and -tried to move himself towards it, but could not, though he -made every effort. At last he thought it was better to bleed to -death than die of thirst, and by dragging himself along he -reached the water, but before he got to drink of it he fainted -and lay beside the streamlet till next day, when those, the -humane people (<i>na daoine cneasda</i>), who came ashore in the -boat heard his moaning, and recognising him, took him back -to the islet, where he remained unconscious for many weeks, -during which his own men, who had been brought to the isle, -and the princess attended him. When he recovered and knew -that the maiden’s constant care and watchfulness had helped to -restore him to life, he expressed much gratitude. “When you -are up and well,” she said, “it will be time to thank me.” He -kept telling her every day how he would take her to Denmark. -One day then a ship was seen coming, from which a boat was -sent ashore to take away the maiden, whose father lay dying. -“Will you return?” he said. “I will return,” she said. “And -you will not forget me among your own people.” “Nothing -but death will prevent my return,” she said. She went away, -and nothing was heard of her for many days. In his impatience -the prince sent men from day to day to the top of the highest -hills to look for the ship. At last they saw three ships coming, -and the first had the royal flag of Ireland in its topmast. Some -time before the maiden left the islet, the prince one day when<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</span> -on land met an old man who intercepted him; his men bade -the intruder keep to one side of the road, but the man refused -to be put aside, and the prince then asked what his business -was with him. “Do not speak so gruffly,” the old man said, -“I have come to you, as I am in need of shelter, to ask if you -will take me into your service while you are here.” “My -burden is on others at present,” the prince said, “and little an -old man like you with a staff in his hand can do to help me. -Have you a house or home?” “I had till yesterday; to-day I -have nothing. I had house, wife, son, land, cattle, and yesterday -every beast that I had was lifted, except a stray sheep, and -my son went in search of it and fell over the rocks (<i>chaidh am -balach leis na creagan</i>) and was killed. When his mother heard -what had happened to him she went to the place, and on seeing -her son dead she leapt in the sea and was drowned, and I am -left alone. If you will take me with you I will do you more -service in the hills than a younger man can do.” He said his -name was MacKenzie (<i>Dùghall MacChoinnich</i>). The prince -took him to be with them while they remained in the isle.</p> - -<p>When the ships were seen the prince went to the highest -summit of the hills, taking with him, among the rest, the old -man, who on their way said, “Delay (<i>air do shocair</i>), till I tell -you my dream.” “I care naught for dreams,” the other said. -“Will you not listen, for I dreamt the same dream three nights -after each other; and it was that she was dead.” “We wish to -get joyous news and you have given us instead news of sorrow.” -The old man then said, “I will go to the ship, and when I -reach, if all is well you will see a red signal, and if sorrow -awaits you it will be a black one.” He went, and on reaching, -she was there. She knew him and asked if all was well. He -told her, and she said, “He is impatient for news.” He then -persuaded the princess, against her own will and the advice of -those around her, to shew the death-signal, saying the joy of -seeing her living would compensate her lover for the deception.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</span> -When the signal was seen by those on land, the prince said he -could no longer live, and took his dagger from its sheath and -killed himself. When the princess reached the shore, those -who met her told her how her lover, believing that she was -dead, had killed himself. She asked where he was, and said that -no seen or unseen power could prevent her from taking a last farewell, -and that she would go alone and do no injury to herself. -When she was going in where the dead body lay, she noticed -that some one was following her, and turning she saw that the -intruder was the old man, “Wretched Dugall (<i>a dhroch -Dhùghaill</i>), what evil advice you gave me.” “That is not my -name,” he said, “I am Red Hector of the hills, and this is my -revenge!” and he killed her with his dirk. He then disappeared -and was never seen or heard of in the country after -that time.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_21" href="#FNanchor_21" class="label">[21]</a> Lochmaree is in the west of Ross-shire. It lies S.E. and N.W., -and has 24 islets throughout its length of about 18 miles. Its breadth -is from one to two miles, and its depth prevents its water from freezing.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" id="GARLATHA">GARLATHA.<br /> -<span class="smcap p85">A TRADITION OF HARRIS.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">At one time it is said the outermost of the western isles formed -three separate and independent possessions; the northern part -of the Long Island (<i>an t-eilean fada</i>),<a id="FNanchor_22" href="#Footnote_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> Lewis (<i>Leòdhais</i>), was -held by one Cenmal (<i>Ceannamhaol</i> [baldhead]), who was a -king, while the southern portion, Harris (<i>na h-Earra</i>), was -owned by a prince; and another king, one named Keligan -[thin one], possessed Uist, which is further south. In this way -Lewis and Uist had each a king, while there was only a prince -in Harris. This prince, who was famed for his courage and -bravery, was held in great esteem by those on his land for the -good advice (<i>na comhairlean dealbhach</i>) they readily got from -him and the benefits he conferred on them. He discouraged -bickerings and jealousy (<i>farmad</i>) among his subordinates and -neighbours, and spread among them a knowledge of many useful -arts. He encouraged manual labour as well as manly -exercise and the recitation of poems, romance, etc. His wife, -Garlatha, was not less namely for her goodness to those around -her, among whom she promoted thrifty and industrious habits, -and taught the use and methods of preparing different kinds of -roots, grain and plants, for food and healing, and to be kind -and tender to the weak and infirm, and to live good lives. In -this way the people on their land were contented with their -condition and sought no change. Garlatha died, it is said, -about 800 A.D.—a long time ago, but whatever it was, she -went away, (and it was not to be helped), leaving an infant -daughter who was named after her mother, Garlatha. As the -girl grew up it was seen that she inherited her mother’s good<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</span> -gifts, and the people were equally well pleased with her. In -time she began to be spoken about and heard of, and was -sought in marriage by numerous suitors. The king who ruled -in Lewis was eager in pursuit of her (<i>’an tòir oirre</i>), and crossed -over to see her. The ruler (<i>fear-riaghlaidh</i>) of Uist came on -the same errand. One day then her father said to her, -“Daughter, I wish to see you married, before the end of my -life comes, to a good man, and I am looking to see which of -those men who come to see you is the most suitable, and I see -that it will suit you best to take him who is in Lewis.” His -daughter preferred the one who owned Uist, but by her father’s -advice word was sent to the possessor of Lewis to come and -that he would get her. He came, and being well pleased with -his reception every arrangement was made, and they were -married. Afterwards the bride said to a maid, “You will go -in to the entertainment (<i>fleadh</i>) and among the company: I -am going to hide myself.” This was done, and the company -sat at the feast without the bride, for whose coming a long -delay was made. When it was seen that she would not return, -the question of what had become of her or where she was, was -asked of every one, but no one knew. The maid was asked, -but she had not any knowledge or tale (<i>fios no sgeul</i>) to tell of -where the lost one was to be found. The time was passing -<i>(bha ’n ùineachd ’ruith</i>) and search was made outside for her, -but she was not found. Then they looked for her from place -to place, where it was possible to find her, but without success. -The night passed, leaving the feast untouched and the guests -cheerless. Next day the search was renewed along the shores -and among the hills, and in every direction from day to day, -till there was not a spot between Barra Head and the Butt of -Lewis where a bird could sleep, that was not searched, but -there was no trace of her (<i>cha d’ fhuaireadh riamh i, cha d’ -fhuaireadh idir i</i>). The father continued to wander about, -searching in vain, for many years after all hope of finding her<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</span> -was dead, till at last he was seen to turn every leaf he met with -the staff in his hand, and even to look under ragweed (<i>buaghallan</i>). -He died, and she was not found. The place, Harris, -was then 200 years without any one to own it (<i>thug an t-àite -sin dà cheud bliadhna gun duine ann</i>). MacLeod (<i>fear Mac -Leòid</i>) then took possession of the country and began to build -new houses; the old dwellings had become uninhabitable (<i>air -dol fàs</i>); the roof had fallen in (<i>thuit an ceann ’n am broinn</i>). -When clearing out one of these an old chest was found, and -on lifting it the lower part remained on the ground, with the -skeleton of a woman resting in it, each bone according to its -place (<i>cnàimh a réir cnàimh</i>), and by its side the wedding-ring, -as new as it was on the day it was put on her finger, with the -name “Garlatha” engraved on it, and from that the story came.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_22" href="#FNanchor_22" class="label">[22]</a> The Long Island includes the whole of the land between the -Butt of Lewis and Barra Head.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="STORIES_ABOUT_THE_FAIRIES">STORIES ABOUT THE FAIRIES.</h2> -</div> - - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_TRADITION_OF_A_HOUSEWIFE_AND_HER">THE TRADITION OF A HOUSEWIFE AND HER -FAIRY VISITOR.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>The incidents of this tradition are said to have happened in -Lewis, but the readiness with which similar stories are appropriated -and localised makes it improbable that the circumstances -occurred in any special locality. In this instance the person -from whom the story was heard being a native of Lewis will -account for the incidents of the story having been said to have -taken place in that Island. The story is as follows:—</p> - -<p>The wife of a tenant farmer, who lived with his family in an -extremely remote and hilly rough district, was frequently left -alone in the house, as she had no daughters, while her husband -and sons were away at the labour of the farm, or fishing. It -happened one day after they had left, that the housewife having -finished her housework, sat as usual at the spinning-wheel to -spin thread for cloth (<i>clò</i>) for their clothing. She had not long -begun her labour, when, happening to look towards the door, -she saw a little woman of reddish appearance coming in at the -door with a dog before and one after her. “Woman,” she said, -“you are spinning.” “I am,” the housewife answered. “Will -you give me a drink of water?” she said. “Take it yourself,” -the housewife said. “The water is good, where is the well?” -she asked. “It is down,” said the one who was in, “in the opening -of the hollow of the glen (<i>aig dorus ’an lag a’ ghlinne</i>).” The -fay woman (<i>a’ bhean-shìth</i>) then asked the housewife to lend -her a small cauldron, and the other woman believing her to be -sister-in-law or some other relative she did not know of the wife<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</span> -of her nearest neighbour, who lived far distant from them and -was married to an Ardnamurchan woman, said to her, “There -is a table there with several utensils (<i>caigionn choireachan</i>) on -its shelf; take with you any of them that will answer.” When -she brought it, she asked for the suspender (<i>bùlas</i>) and lid. -The moment she got them she fitted them in and told the dogs -that were with her to take that with them. The dogs immediately -caught the three-legged pot and took it with them. -When her husband came home the housewife said, “I think -there is a stranger with our neighbours,” and told him about her -visitor. “Perhaps,” her husband said, “she is the sister-in-law; -it was time some one came to see the wife, for none of her -friends have been since she came here.” “I never saw the sort -of dogs she had, ever here,” his wife said, and described to him -the dogs and how they were different altogether from sheep-dogs. -“Our neighbours have only one dog and it is a sheep-dog,” -he said. This day passed and another and the third, but -the cauldron was not returned. The housewife then sent one -of her sons to ask the neighbours to return the loan. These -said that they did not get a loan of anything, as they did not -require it, having more cauldrons and kettles than was required -by themselves, and that no strangers had come or were with -them. The housewife was at her wit’s end and did not know in -the world or time to come (<i>uile bheatha na dìlinn</i>) what to -think about the matter. On the fifth day, however, the self-same -one returned with the cauldron. “I am sure,” she said, -“that you were missing the cauldron.” “I was,” the housewife -replied, “not from any need I had of it at the time, but because -I did not know who the one was that took it away.” “I am -sure you did not know who took it,” said the one that came in, -“but I knew you too well; many a day you sang songs above -my house (<i>’s iomadh latha ’sheinn thu luinneag air mullach an -tigh agam</i>).” “Will you sit?” said the one who was spinning. -“I will sit and tell my story if you are sure that no one will<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</span> -come in while I am here.” As was customary in those days -the byre adjoined the dwelling-house, whatever kind of wall -(<i>sgàth-balla</i>) separated them, and one of the cows that had -calved and was in the byre, made a disturbance (<i>straighlich</i>). -The next look the woman took she was alone. On her -husband’s return, she said, “You may not leave me here alone; -one of the children must be left with me or I will be where -you are;” and she told him about the second time her strange -visitor came and how suddenly she had disappeared. The -goodman then went for advice to one, the minister, who he -knew was able to give him good counsel. On telling about the -undesirable visitor his wife had, the advice he got was that he -was to pull down his house as quickly as possible, and to put it -at the other end of the land; “and when you will pull down -your house, every particle (<i>h-uile pioc</i>) of the thatch that covers -it is to be burnt within the rafters on which nine cogfuls of sea-water -or charmed (<i>naoi cuachan sàile no uisge coisrigte</i>) is to be -poured.” The goodman returned home with this advice. -When his wife heard it she said that she must get women to -help her to finish the cloth she was working at, and it was agreed -to give her the help she required. On account of the dampness -of the houses the method of keeping the thread and wool dry -was by hanging them up to the rafters. Next morning the -goodwife missed a pile of wool from its place, but believing -that it was her son, who often played pranks on her, who had -removed it, she said nothing regarding its disappearance. Next -day, however, she was astonished at seeing her late strange -visitor with another and a taller one coming in. “I am sure,” -said the little redhued one, “you were missing the bag of wool -We took it with us to help you, and there it is brought home -made into thread, and your own thread that we took with us for -a pattern (<i>leth-bhreac</i>); and any time you have thread to spin, -we are ready to help you.” The goodwife was overcome with -fear and could not utter a word to them. They went away, and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</span> -she never saw themselves or their shadow (<i>an dubh no’n dath</i>) -ever afterwards. The house was taken down and another was -built where they chose it to be, but after some time an old man -saw five of the fairy company leaving the well at the foot of the -glen, each carrying a vessel full of water, and the place where -he saw them going in and lost sight of them, was afterwards -quarried, and the stone taken from it was employed to build a -church that stands at the present day. An opening that was -met with, in the quarry, where human bones were found, was -supposed to be the place where the fairy band entered their -dwelling.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_WISE_WOMAN_OF_DUNTULM_AND">THE WISE WOMAN OF DUNTULM AND -THE FAIRIES.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>A Lord of the Isles, MacConnal (<i>Buachaille nan Eileinean</i>), -long ago had two sons, but only one could get the estate at his -death. When that happened the eldest son said one day to the -youngest, “You are now left without anything, but, that you -may not be altogether portionless, go to Duntulm and you will -get there a piece of land that you will have to yourself.” The -lands of Duntulm, in the northern part of the Island of Skye, -were at that time occupied by a prosperous tenantry, consisting -chiefly of crofters and the holders of a few larger farms. The -youngest brother was told that the rent he would get from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</span> -these tenants would maintain him, and he was to build a house -and marry a wife. He agreed to go to Duntulm, where he was -not a long time settled till a claim was made on his land for the -king’s dues, the crown tax being in proportion to the amount of -land which he held. The first time the tax (<i>a’ chìs</i>) was asked, -he said, in answer to the demand which was made, “I -will not pay any tax. Why should I pay it? What right has -the king to get it?” An order was sent to him every year for -payment of the tax, but if it was, for six years he did not pay -any of it (<i>cha do phàidh e sgillinn</i>). At last the king sent fifty -soldiers and one officer to take the rent from him in spite of -him (<i>thar ’amhaich</i>), and since he would pay to neither king -nor soldier, the lands were taken from him and they were now -attached to the crown. The king was receiving the revenue, -and a Skye carl (<i>bodach Sgitheanach</i>) called John Donaldson -MacWilliam (<i>Iain Mac Dhòmhnuil’ic Uilleim</i>) was appointed -a factor to collect the rents from the crofters. He lived sixteen -miles from Duntulm, among the crofts, where he went twice a -year to gather the tax. MacConnal’s castle was built on a -precipitous bank, on the west side of which there was a big pit -into which every high tide sent a flow of water that kept it -always full, forming a deep pool (<i>glumag</i>) that sometimes -proved dangerous to the unwary. One day it happened that -whatever a crofter, one Macrury, was doing at the castle, he -fell headlong into the pool, and however it was, whether he -was killed by the fall or drowned, he was found dead next day -anyhow. He left two sons who were not of age to help their -widowed mother, for whom much sympathy was felt by her -neighbours on account of her being left so helpless (<i>bha i air -a fàgail cho lom</i>). Next spring after this the two lads were -drowned in a boat with which they were bringing sea-ware -home, and being now alone she could not work her croft nor -pay her rent. When everything was spent, and she had only -one cow left of her fold of cattle, the factor came for the tax.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</span> -On reaching the township he took with him a carle, friendly to -himself, to the widow’s house, where the neighbours had -gathered to ascertain the object of their visit. When the factor -was told that the poor woman had no means to pay her rent, -he asked if she had no cattle. She said that she had only one -cow and that it was grazing at some distance from the house. -He asked it to be brought where he was, and when he saw it -he said, “It is a pity there are not more of the kind.” Being -the only one, it had got all the attention and was in good -condition. She said she had no other. He said, “We will -keep this one for the dues.” It was taken away from the -widow and put in a field that was surrounded by a stone wall, -near the castle, along with the small red pony which the factor -had with him. While he was in search of some one to drive it -away, and taking his dinner in the carle’s house, the young men -of Duntulm climbed over the wall of the field, though high, -and got out the animals, which they drove to the shore, where -a boat was in readiness in which they were taken to the islet of -Fladda (<i>Fladda ’chuain</i>), two miles off. The men put them -ashore there, and had their boat drawn up in Duntulm Bay -before the factor and his companion returned to look for their -property and found the park empty. On asking the men, who -had again gathered, if they knew how the animals had escaped -or where they were, they said there was no gap in the wall -known to them, and that the only person likely to know of -their whereabouts was a gifted woman who lived near the castle, -in search of whom two of them went. They found her at -home, on reaching the height where her house was, and told -her all that had occurred, and how she was to go with them and -say that the cattle had been charmed away to some wonderful -place. Isabel said that she was not well prepared to go that -day. The men asked what preparation she lacked (<i>’dé an cion -dòigh a bh’ oirre</i>). She then asked for one of the men’s broad -bonnets, and when she got it, rose, and leaving her hair, which<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</span> -was becoming grey, streaming over her shoulders, she put it on, -and tying a goatskin round her, tying her shoes and making -garters with stripes of the same fur, she put a rope of straw -round her waist and took a large staff in her hand. “She is -prepared at last, and come now,” the men said. When she -came in sight, the factor looked at her in amazement, for he -had never before seen a creature of her appearance. Before -she came near he called, “Wife, do you know where the horse -and cow I put in the park are now?” She paid no attention -to him, but kept on coming nearer (<i>cha do lag i air a ceum</i>), -till she stood at his shoulder. “To whom did the animals -belong?” she asked him then. “The cow belonged to the -king,” he said, “and the horse to myself.” “How could a cow -belonging to the king be in this township?” she asked. “This -woman gave it to me for the tax,” he said, pointing to the -widow. “She did not give it to you; she said you took it with -you; and it is now that I understand the meaning of what -happened when I was in my own house to-day, and heard an -uproar (<i>straighlich</i>) in the air above that was greater than any -one could ever have heard, and on looking for the cause of it, -there it was in a fire; and though all the fires that you ever saw -were gathered together, they would not make one like it; and -in the last of the fire (<i>’an earball an teine</i>) I looked to see what -there was, and what was there but a horse and cow, while there -were as good as five thousand little men, the hill men (<i>muinntir -nan cnoc</i>), who were not larger than bottles, going on, on each -side of the fire; and if you had as much knowledge of the -dwellers of these hills as I have, you would not touch the -widow’s portion, but if you are anxious to get back the animals—there -before you, is the hill where they are, and where you -can go and seek them, and if you can, find them.” The man, -who was terrified by her appearance and words, kept looking -at her (<i>’g a feitheamh</i>) and always drawing a step further off. -He went home without horse or cow, and however long he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</span> -remained in the office he held, the fear of the wise woman, -(<i>Iseabal N’ic Rao’uill</i>) and the fairies kept him from ever -returning to Duntulm. When he was out of sight of the township, -the young men of Duntulm went to the islet where they -left the animals, which they brought back and gave to the poor -woman, who was then able to pay the tax.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOLK_TALES">FOLK TALES.</h2> -</div> - - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" title="THE TWO BROTHERS." id="THE_TWO_BROTHERS">THE TWO BROTHERS.<br /> - -<span class="smcap p85">A Tale of Enchantment.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">In early times, long ago, (<i>’an toiseach an t-saoghail, o chionn -nan cian</i>), it is said that the island of Mull was uninhabited -except by a few families who were living, on the south side at -Carsaig, in that part of the island known as the Ross of Mull. -These families lived isolated from the rest of the world; none -of them had ever seen any one from anywhere else there, and -none of themselves had ever left the place. They had no -boats, and they said the other islets and land that they were -seeing opposite were other worlds. One day, then, they saw -coming on the sea before them (<i>mu’n comhair</i>) from the mainland -a speck (<i>dùradan</i>), and when it came near they compared -it to a horse with a tree standing on its back, but when it came -to the shore it was a boat made of wicker-work covered with -hides, with one man in it, who had some drink with him, and -a quantity of hazel nuts for food. On account of his boat -being covered with hides<a id="FNanchor_23" href="#Footnote_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a>, they named him “The cowhide -man, (<i>am boicionnach</i>). On landing, he told them how he had -left home, out of curiosity to see other places, and that was the -first place he was able to reach. He is said to have come from -Ardencaple in the district of Lorn on the mainland (<i>Ard-nan-capull, -’an Lathurna</i>.) He stayed a long time with them, as -they treated him kindly, being much pleased with him. He -taught them new ways that were useful to them in their every-day -life, and by his skill and knowledge promoted their welfare -in many ways. On seeing that they were not utilizing the milk<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</span> -of their cows and goats by making cheese from it, he asked -them the reason of this. They told him that they did not know -what cheese was, as they had never heard of it nor seen it, and -would like well to know how it was made. They had the art -of making butter among them previous to his coming. He took -in <i>Lus-buidhe-bealltainn</i>, (marsh marigold) and putting its stalks -in the milk turned it to curds and whey. This is said to be the -first cheese that was made in Mull. Some time, nearly a year -after this, another boat, or, as they described it, a horse with a -tree in its back, was seen coming in the same way. This one -came ashore at Lochspelvie, further eastward, and had one man -in it also, whom they named “The one in the skin coverings” -(<i>an craicionnach</i>). He was brother to the one who came before, -and had come in search of him. The two strangers and the -natives were agreeing well together, and the brothers began to -build a boat when they found wood abundant in Mull. When -the boat was finished they named it “the six-oared boat” -(<i>iùrach nan sia ràmh</i>), and when it was fitted up and made -ready for sailing, the two brothers took a crew with them and -set off in it, to go to one or other of the worlds (<i>na saoghalan -eile</i>) that they were seeing before them, and reached Jura -(<i>Diùra</i>), but the natives of the island would not let them land, -as they had never seen a boat before. They stoned them away -from the shore. They then went to Colonsay, but the Colonsay -men (<i>na Colosaich</i>) were equally hard-hearted (<i>doirbh</i>). They -attacked them, and tried to blind them by throwing sand -about their eyes. It was then that they went on to the green -(<i>lit.</i>, blue) island (<i>an t-eilean gorm</i>), the name by which Islay -was then known, where they arrived at a more favourable time, -no one being before them at the shore. They drew the boat -up on the land, and went on to see if there were people to be -found on the island or if they would meet with anyone who -could direct them to a house. The first person they met was -an old man who was watching cattle (<i>aig aire sreud</i>). He<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</span> -thought they belonged to the island, as no one was known to -have ever come to or gone away from it. The first of the -brothers who came, asked the old man to give him information -about the place. The old man remarked, “How curious your -speech is, if you were born in this island.” He said, “No, I -am not a native of this island.” The old man said, “And if -not, what has brought you here?” “The reason of my coming -is, to ask what you can give, and give what I may.” The -old man then, as it was nightfall, kindled a fire, and they -sat with him till daylight, when men and houses were -to be seen. The Islay men were hospitable to the -strangers, who remained a full year and built seven boats -for them. The elder brother married a woman of the country, -and after some time he thought of returning to Mull again. -Having prepared his boat he set off, taking his wife and the -others with him, and set his course northwards (<i>aghaidh a -bhàta, tuath</i>). They had not gone far when a thick mist came -on which darkened their world, and as they had no compass and -could see no land, they drifted till the boat went in to a shore. -This was the first appearance of land they saw since leaving the -<i>Eilean Gorm</i>. A big man came down where they were—they -never saw his equal for size—and he caught the fore part of the -boat and drew it up above high water mark, with them all in it. -He invited them to go to his house. They went with him and -were made welcome. The daughter of the house, on being -asked by the elder of the two brothers for a drink, brought a -a two-hooped wooden dish full of milk, set it on the floor beside -them and went away. One of the strangers rose to lift the dish -and he could not. Then three of them rose, but it defied them -to lift it. She came back, and finding the dish as she left it, -said, “If you have quenched your thirst it is not awanting from -the measure (<i>air a’ mheasair</i>)”. The cowhide one replied, “We -have not been accustomed to stoop like cattle (<i>cromadh mar -bhà</i>) when we take a drink, and we could not lift the dish.” At<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</span> -that she caught the wooden dish by the ear, in her left hand, -and held the drink to them all. “Where have you come from,” -she said, “or where are you going?” “We came from the -dark-blue sea-isle,” he said, “and are going to the hilly isle (<i>do -’n eilean bheannach</i>).” “That is Mull,” she said, “Mull of my -love, Mull of little men (<i>Muile mo ghràidh, Muile nam fear -beaga</i>).” They passed that night cheerfully together, and went -to put off to sea next day; but when they tried to move the -boat and get it afloat, they might as well attempt to move the -Rhinns of Islay (<i>an Roinn Ileach</i>) they could not move it. -The young wife who came with them from Islay said then, “I -know where we are; we are in the green isle that is under -spells (<i>fo gheasaibh</i>), but I have a gift that will let us leave it,” -and she told those with her how her mother had at parting -given her a cap, saying, “If you are ever in a strait, put it on, -and you must at the same time bend your head to the ground -as low as your feet seven times (<i>seachd uairean do shròn a -bhualadh ri òrdaig do choise</i>).” She had the cap in her belt -(<i>’n a cneas</i>), and she told them to sit in the boat and take the -oars. She then stood in their midst, touched the cap, bent her -head, and it went up to her breast (<i>an cneas</i>); the next time it -went up to her neck (<i>am muineal</i>); the third time, to her chin, -(<i>an smigead</i>); then, as she bent her head, at the fourth time, it -went up past her mouth to her nose; the next time, it reached -her eyes, then her forehead, at last the top of her head, and the -boat was off. The mist was still there. They asked the eldest -brother in which direction they were to set their course. He -told them to follow the flight of birds, as they went shorewards -in the evening and would guide them to land. There is a -saying about the home-coming of birds and fish, that “Birds of -the universe go westward, and fish of the deep eastward (<i>Eòin -an domhain, siar, ’s iasg an domhain, sear</i>).” During the night, -the younger brother, the one of skins, called out that there -was a mound before them (<i>gu ’n robh tòrr rompa</i>). His brother<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</span> -who was in the afterpart of the boat said, “Is it a tòrr without -grass,” and it has got the name of Torrens to the present day -(<i>’se na tòrrain a theirear riu gus an là ’n diugh</i>). They reached -Mull shore when it was day, and they ran-in the boat at a -narrow strait that was like an opening in a dyke (<i>cachaileith -ghàraidh</i>), and before they got them from the tholepins, the -oars were broken. The place is still known as the narrow strait -of broken oars (<i>Caolas-a’-bhristidh-ràmh</i>). They got on shore, -and went home and told where they had been and what had -happened to them.</p> - -<p>The person, now above 70 years of age, from whom the -above story was taken down almost word for word by the -writer, said that he heard the story when he was a young man, -and that the following story (that of the two sisters), was a -continuation of it; the incidents of the story occurred during -the absence of the two brothers from the place, and were told -to them by the natives, in return for the story of their own -adventures. The name Torquil, which occurs in this story, -and the belief in witchcraft and occult power indicated, -suggests that the colony in Mull came originally from Lochlin, -or that the story belongs to a later period of history than that -that of “The two brothers.” The story is as follows:—</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_TWO_SISTERS_AND_THE_CURSE">THE TWO SISTERS AND THE CURSE.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Two sisters were living in the same township on the south side -of Mull. One of them who was known as Lovely <i>Mairearad</i><a id="FNanchor_24" href="#Footnote_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> -had a fairy sweetheart, who came where she was, unknown to -anyone, until one day she confided the secret to her sister, who -was called Ailsa<a id="FNanchor_25" href="#Footnote_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> (<i>Ealasaid</i>), and told her how she dearly loved -her fairy sweetheart. “And now, sister,” she said, “you will -not tell any one.” “No,” her sister answered, “I will not tell -any one; that story will as soon pass from my lips as it will<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</span> -from my knee (<i>o’m ghlùn</i>)”; but she did not keep her promise; -she told the secret of the fairy sweetheart to others, and when -he came again, he found that he was observed, and he went -away and never returned, nor was he seen or heard of ever after -by any one in the place. When the lovely sister came to know -this, she left her home and became a wanderer among the hills -and hollows, and never afterwards came inside of a house door, -to stand or sit down, while she lived. Those who herded -cattle (<i>ag uallach threud</i>) tried frequently to get near her and -persuade her to return home, but they never succeeded further -than to hear her crooning a melancholy song in which she told -how her sister had been false to her, and that the wrong done -to her would be avenged on the sister or her descendants, if a -fairy (<i>neach sìth</i>) has power. On hearing that Ailsa was -married, she repeated, “Dun Ailsa is married and has a son -Torquil, and the evil will be avenged on her or on him (<i>phòs, -phòs Ealasaid Odhar,<a id="FNanchor_26" href="#Footnote_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> &c.</i>).” What she hummed in her -mournful song was:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">My mother’s place is deserted, empty and cold,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">My father, who loved me, is asleep in the tomb,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Friendless and solitary I wander through the fields,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Since there is none in the world of my kindred</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But a sister without pity.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">She asked, and I told, out of the fulness of my joy;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There was none nearer of kin to know my secret;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">But I felt, and this brought the tears to my eyes,</div> - <div class="verse indent12">(<i>lit.</i>, raindrip on my sight),</div> - <div class="verse indent0">That a story comes sooner from the lip than from the knee.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>She was then heard to utter these wishes—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">May nothing on which you have set your expectations ever grow,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Nor dew ever fall on your ground.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">May no smoke rise from your dwelling,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">In the depth of the hardest winter,<a id="FNanchor_27" href="#Footnote_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></div> - <div class="verse indent0">May the worm be in your store,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And the moth under the lid of your chests.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">If a fay-being has power,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Revenge will be taken though it may be on your descendants.</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</span> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Tha suidheag mo mhàthar gu fàs, falamh, fuar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Tha m’ athair ’thug luaidh dhomh ’n a shuain fo ’n lic.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gun daoine gun duine na raoin tha mi ’siubhal,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S gun ’s an t-saoghal do ’m chuideachd</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ach piuthar gun iochd.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dh’ iarr ise ’s thug mise do mheud mo thoil-inntinn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S mi gun neach ’bu disle g’ an innsinn mo rùn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ach dh’ fhairich mi sid ’s thug e snidh’ air mo léirsinn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gur luaithe ’thig sgeul o ’n bheul na o ’n ghlùn.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>An sin thuirt i na guidheachan so:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Na-na-chinn ’s na-na-chuir thu t-ùidh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S na-na-shil an driùchd ad shlios,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S na-na-rug ad bhothan smùid</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ann an dùlachd crùth an crios;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Gu ’n robh a’ chnuimheag ann ad stòr</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S an leòmann fo bhòrd do chist’;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ma tha cumhachd aig neach sìth,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Dìolar ge b’ ann air do shliochd.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Ailsa (<i>Ealasaid</i>) married, and had one son. In some way -her afflicted sister heard of this, and she then added to her -song—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Dun Ailsa has married,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And she has a son Torquil.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Brown-haired Torquil who can climb the headland</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And bring the seal off the waves,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">The sickle in your hand is sharp,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You will in two swaths reap a sheaf.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Phòs, phòs Ealasaid Odhar,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S tha mac aice—Torcuil.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Torcuil donn ’dhìreadh sròin,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S a bheireadh ròn bhàrr nan stuadh,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Bu sgaiteach do chorran ’n ad dhòrn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S dheanadh tu dhà dhlòth an sguab.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Whatever gifts the brown-haired only child of her sister was -favoured with, besides others, he was a noted reaper, but this -gift proved fatal to him (<i>dh’ fhòghainn e dha</i>). When he grew -up to manhood, he could reap as much as seven men, and none -among them could compete with him. He was then told that<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</span> -a strange woman was seen coming to the harvest fields in -autumn, after the reapers had left, and that she would reap a -field before daylight next morning, or any part of the ripe corn -that the reapers could not finish that day, and in whatever field -she began, she left the work of seven reapers, finished, after -her. She was known as the Maiden of the Cairn (<i>Gruagach<a id="FNanchor_28" href="#Footnote_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> -a’ chùirn</i>), from being seen to come out of a cairn over opposite. -One evening then, brown-haired Torquil, who desired to see her -at work, being later than usual of returning home, on looking -back saw her beginning in his own field. He returned, and -finding his sickle where he had put it away, he took it with him, -and after her he went. He resolved to overtake her and began -to reap the next furrow, saying, “You are a good reaper or I -will overtake you;” but the harder he worked, the more he saw -that instead of getting nearer to her, she was drawing further -away from him, and he then called out to her,</p> - -<p>“Maiden of the cairn, wait for me, wait for me.” (<i>’Ghruagach -a’ chùirn, fuirich rium, fuirich rium.</i>)</p> - -<p>She said, answering him,</p> - -<p>“Handsome brown-haired youth, overtake me, overtake me.” -(<i>’Fhleasgaich a’ chuil-duinn, beir orm, beir orm.</i>)</p> - -<p>He was confident that he would overtake her, and went on -after her till the moon was darkened by a cloud; he then -called to her,</p> - -<p>“The moon is clouded (<i>lit.</i> smothered by a cloud), delay, -delay.” (<i>Tha ’ghealach air a mùchadh fo neòil, fuirich rium, -fuirich rium.</i>)</p> - -<p>“I have no other light but her, overtake me, overtake me,” -she said.</p> - -<p>He did not, nor could he, overtake her, and on seeing again -how far she was in advance of him, he said, “I am weary with -yesterday’s reaping, wait for me, wait for me.” She answered, -“I ascended the round hill of steep summits (<i>màm cas nan -leac</i>), overtake me, overtake me;” but he could not. He then<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</span> -said, “My sickle would be the better of being sharpened (<i>air a -bhleath</i>), wait for me, wait for me.” She answered, “My sickle -will not cut garlic, overtake me, overtake me.” At this she -reached the head of the furrow, finished reaping, and stood -still where she was, waiting for him. When he reached the -head of his own furrow, he caught the last handful of corn,<a id="FNanchor_29" href="#Footnote_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> -to keep it, as was the custom, it being the “Harvest Maiden” -(<i>a’ mhaighdean-bhuana</i>), and stood with it in one hand and the -sickle in the other. Looking at her steadily in the face, he -said,</p> - -<p>“You have put the old woman far from me, and it is not my -displeasure you deserve.” (<i>Chuir thu a’ chailleach fada uam ’s -cha b’ e mo ghruaim a thoill thu.</i>)<a id="FNanchor_30" href="#Footnote_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a></p> - -<p>She said,</p> - -<p>“It is an evil thing early on Monday to reap the harvest -maiden.” (<i>’S dona ’n ni</i> (var., <i>mì-shealbhach</i>) <i>moch Di-luain -dol a bhuain maighdein.</i>)</p> - -<p>On her saying this, he fell dead on the field and never more -drew breath. The Maiden of the Cairn was never afterwards -seen, nor heard of; and that was how the sister’s wishes ended.</p> - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</span></p> -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_23" href="#FNanchor_23" class="label">[23]</a> Boats made of twigs and covered with hides, the hairy side of -the skin being uppermost, could go long distances over rough seas.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_24" href="#FNanchor_24" class="label">[24]</a> This name is sometimes rendered in English, Margaret. Erraid -Isle (<i>Eilean earraid</i>) is in the Sound of Iona, south of Mull.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_25" href="#FNanchor_25" class="label">[25]</a> The rock of Ailsa in the firth of Clyde is called in Gaelic <i>Creag -Ealasaid</i>, and <i>Ealasaid a’ chuain</i> (Ailsa of the sea). A round grey -rock lying near the shore in Mannal, south side of Tiree, is called -<i>Sgeir Ealasaid</i>, the Ailsa rock. The name <i>Ealasaid</i> is in English -also Elizabeth and Elspeth.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_26" href="#FNanchor_26" class="label">[26]</a> <i>Odhar</i>, dun or grey, is applied to cattle; as, <i>bò mhaol odhar</i>, a -dun hornless cow; <i>gabhar mhaol odhar</i>, a grey goat: it is sometimes -used as an expression of contempt, as <i>creutair odhar</i>, a dun creature. -The diminutive of <i>odhar</i>, <i>odhrag</i>, is a pet name for a cow.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_27" href="#FNanchor_27" class="label">[27]</a> The words of the first four lines of “the wishes,” are, as regards -their form in the Gaelic text, almost unintelligible; they merely -represent the sounds uttered by the reciter, without being correct -either in form or composition. The sounds belonging to the first line -might, for instance, have been represented thus:—<i>’Na ana-chìnnt ’s -’n a an-shocair dhuit d’ ùidh</i>: perhaps the utterance was intentionally -ambiguous.—(Ed.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_28" href="#FNanchor_28" class="label">[28]</a> <i>Gruagach</i>, the supernatural being, in this instance was said to -be a woman; but <i>gruagach</i> usually meant a chief. (See Vol. IV., -Argyllshire series, p. 193.)</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_29" href="#FNanchor_29" class="label">[29]</a> There was a custom at one time, that the last handful of corn -that was cut, and which finished the harvest, was taken home by the -reaper, who was usually the youngest person in the family who could -reap. The bunch was tastefully decorated and kept, at least till the -following year, as the harvest maiden.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_30" href="#FNanchor_30" class="label">[30]</a> It was also a custom in other times for old women to go about -asking charity, and if infirm, they were carried about from house to -house and villages, and whoever was last in a township to finish the -reaping of his corn had to maintain one that year, and the same thing -might happen to him the next year. When the run-rig system was -common, the last furrow of corn was sometimes left standing as no -one could be got to own it, through fear of having to keep the old -woman for a year.</p> - -</div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</span></p> - -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" id="THE_DARK_OR_PITCH-PINE_DAUGHTER_OF_THE" title="THE DARK, OR PITCH-PINE, DAUGHTER OF THE NORSE KING."> -THE DARK, OR PITCH-PINE, DAUGHTER OF THE NORSE KING,<br /> - -<span class="smcap p85">And how she thinned the Woods of Lochaber.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">When the Norsemen came, and their visits were frequent and -numerous, to this country and these islands, to lay claim to -and take possession of the land, the fame they gathered for -themselves through their indulgence in every manner of cruel -spoliation, and slaughter of the people wherever they landed, -was that they were a bold, courageous, hardy, rough (“The -Norsemen a rough band”), peremptory and unscrupulous race, -and more than that, it was attributed to them that they practised -witchcraft, charms, and enchantments, and had much of other -unhallowed learning among them. The Norse King’s eldest -daughter was particularly noted for her knowledge of the -“Black Art.” There was no accident or mischance that befell -friends, or destruction that overtook enemies, or any luck or -good fortune that attended either friend or foe, but it was said -that she was the cause of it, or had some hand in it. She was -famed at home and abroad, far and wide, for her skill among -cows and cattle, she was said to possess every variety of dairy -knowledge in her father’s kingdom. There was no charm or -evil eye that fell on any living creature in the fold but she -could dispel and avert, nor hurt nor injury they got but she -could heal, nor dizziness nor fits into which they fell, from -which she could not restore them, until it was said of her that -the lowing of cattle, the incoherent cry of calves, and the rough -cry of yearlings was to her the sweetest and most soothing -music, and that she would answer the call of cattle, though she -might be lost in the midst of the northern woods, and the cry<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</span> -from the nethermost part of the farthest off quarter of the -universe. She knew the herb that had the property of taking -its qualities from milk, as well as she was acquainted with the -spells by which its virtues could be restored, and every charm -and invocation that was practised or then esteemed. The -flowers of the meadows and woods were as familiar to her as -the ridges of corn or a grain on straw, and there was not a leaf -on tree, bush, or shrub, with whose properties she was not -acquainted. Her father’s kingdom was clothed with pine -wood, and was then as now famous for the fine quality of the -wood from which most of the wealth of the kingdom was -obtained.</p> - -<p>One of those times when the Norsemen came to Scotland to -take possession of and sub-divide the land thus taken, they -observed that the pine wood of Lochaber was growing so fast, -and extending so far, that in time it might supersede the Black -Forests of Sweden. But on this occasion the northern forces -were driven back. On reaching home they reported the matter -to the king, and their opinion, that the increase of the wood -must be checked, otherwise his northern woods would be of -little esteem.</p> - -<p>It occurred to the King to consult his daughter on the -matter, since she was learned, and to get knowledge from her -of the best method of thinning and destroying the Scottish -wood. She gave him the desired information, but said that -she must be the bearer of the method and must necessarily go -to Scotland herself. She obtained the King’s permission and -made preparations for the journey.</p> - -<p>From the gifts she possessed, neither sea nor land, air nor -earth could hinder her progress until she accomplished her -purpose. When she reached Lochaber the method she adopted -was to kindle a fire in the selvage of her dress, and she then -began to go through the woods, and as she could travel in the -clouds as well as on the ground, when she ascended and whirled<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</span> -in the air, the sparks of fire that flew from her dress were blown -hither and thither by the wind and set the woods on fire, until -the whole country was almost in a blaze, and so darkened by -the smoke, that one could hardly see before them; and, -from being blackened more than any tree in the forest, by the -smoke and soot of the fiery furnace which surrounded her, she -was known and spoken of by the name of “Dark, or Pitch -Pine.” The people gathered to watch her, but from the -rapidity of her ascent and the swiftness with which she -descended, they could not grasp her any more than they could -prevent her, and were at a loss what to do. At last, they -sought instruction from a learned man in the place. He -advised them to collect a herd of cattle in a fold, wherever she -would stand still, and whenever she heard the lowing of the -cattle she would descend, and when she was within gun-shot -they were to fire at her with a silver bullet, when she would -become a faggot of bones. They followed this advice and -began to gather cattle and follow after her until the pinfold -large and small was full set in the “Centre of Kintail.” -Whenever she heard the cry of the herd she descended and -they aimed at her with the silver bullet, as the wise man told -them to do, and she fell gently among them. Men lifted the -remains and carried them to Lochaber, and to make sure that -dead or alive she would do no more injury to them, they buried -her in Achnacarry; and the person from whom the story was -first heard nine years ago [1880] said that he could put his foot -on the place where she was buried.</p> - -<p>The Norse King was amazed at his daughter not returning, -and at his not receiving any account from her. He sent abroad -to get tidings of her. When the news of the disaster that -happened to her was brought to him, he sent a boat and crew -to bring her home, but the Lochaber women by their incantations -destroyed those whom he sent. The boat was wrecked, -and the men lost, at the entrance to Locheil. The next ships<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</span> -that came were not more successful. The third time the King -sent out his most powerful fleet. What they did then was to -send and try through spells to dry up the wells of the Fairy Hill -of Iona. The virtue of these wells was that wind could be -obtained from any desired quarter by emptying them in the -direction of the wind wished for. When the ships were seen -approaching, the wells began to be emptied, and before the last -handful was flung out, the storm was so violent, and the ships -so near, that the whole fleet was driven on the beach under the -Fairy Hill, and the power and might of the Norsemen was -broken and so much weakened that they did not return again -to infest the land.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" id="AN_DUBH_GHIUBHSACH_NIGHEAN_RIGH" title=""> -AN DUBH GHIUBHSACH, NIGHEAN RIGH LOCHLAINN,<br /> - -<span class="smcap p85">Agus mar a chrionaich I Coille Lochabair.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p>Mar thàinig na Lochlannaich an toiseach, ’s bu bhitheanta sin, -air feadh nan dùthchannan ’s nan eileinean so, a thogail -chòraichean ’s a ghabhail sealbh air fearann, ’s e an cliù a -choisinn iad dhaibh féin, leis gu ’n robh iad ris a h-uile seòrsa -léir-chreach ’s milleadh air muinntir nan àiteachan a bha iad -a’ ruigheachd, gu ’n robh iad ’n an daoine dalma, misneachail, -cruaidh-chridheach, borb. “Lochlannaich, a’ bhuidheann -bhorb,” neo-easmaileach, neo-thròcaireach ’s a thuilleadh air -sin, bha e air chur as an leth gu ’n robh buidseachd agus -druidheachd ’s iomadh eòlas toirmisgte eile ’n am measg.</p> - -<p>Bha ’n nighean a bu sine aig Righ Lochlainn sònraichte<span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</span> -ainmeil air son na bh’ aice de ’n “Sgoil Dubh.” Cha robh -sgiorradh no tubaist a thachaireadh do chàirdean, no sgrios a -thigeadh air naimhdean, no math no rath a dh’ éireadh do h-aon -diù, nach robh e air a ràdhainn gur i b’ aobhar-cinn dha, no -gu ’n robh làmh thaobh-eiginn aice ann. Bha i aig an tigh ’s -uaithe fada ’s farsuinn comharraichte air son sgil am measg -cruidh ’s feudail; ’s ann aice bha gach seòrsa eòlas cruidh ’an -rìoghachd a h-athar. Cha robh sian no sùil a laidheadh air -creutair beo ’s a’ bhuaile nach togadh i, no tuaineal no ceangal -’s an rachadh iad nach fhuasgladh i, gus an abairteadh gur e -geumnaich cruidh, blaomannaich laogh agus ràcaireachd -ghamhna an t-aon cheòl cadail a bu bhinn leatha, ’s gu ’m -freagradh i ’n uair a chluinneadh i ’n spréidh ged bhiodh i ’n a -suain an teis-meadhon coille dhubh a h-athar ’s an geum o -cheann ìochdar iomall an domhain.</p> - -<p>B’ aithne dh’ i an lus a bheireadh an toradh as a’ bhainne co -math ’s a b’ aithne dh’ i na h-eòlais a thilleadh air ais e, agus -gach seòrsa sian agus oradh a bha air a chleachdainn no air a -chunntas feumail ’s an àm. Bha gach luibh ’s a’ mhachair no -’s a’ choille co-ionnan dh’ i ri arbhar nan imirean no spilgean -cònlaich, ’s cha robh duilleag air craoibh, no preas, no dris, -nach b’ aithne dh’ i. ’S an àm so bha dùthaich a h-athar còmhdaichte -le coille ghiubhais, agus iomraideach (mar tha fhathast) -air son co math ’s a bha a fiodh, ’s bha neart de bheartais na -rìoghachd ’tighinn a stigh air a tailibh.</p> - -<p>Uair de na h-uairean sin thàinig na Lochlannaich do Albainn -a thoirt a mach fearainn ’s a dheanamh roinn na còrach air na -gheibheadh iad, ’s thug iad fainear gu ’n robh coille ghiubhais -Lochabair a’ fàs ’s a’ gabhail roimpe co mòr ’s gu ’m faodtadh -e ’bhi gu ’n cuireadh i stad air coille dhubh na Suain. Chaidh -feachd Lochlannach an uair so thilleadh air ais an taobh a -thàinig iad, ’s ’n uair a ràinig iad dhachaidh dh’ innis iad do ’n -righ mar bha iad ’am beachd a thachradh ’s gu ’m feumadh stad -a chur air cinneas na coille Albanaich neo nach bitheadh mòran<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</span> -meas air a’ chonnadh aige-san. ’S e smuaintich an righ bho ’n -a bha h-uile ionnsachadh aig a nighean gu ’n cuireadh e ’chomhairle -rithe, ’s gu ’m faigheadh e fiosrachadh uaipe ’d e an dòigh -a b’ fhearr ’s a bu luaithe air a’ choille Albanaich a dheanamh -na bu lugha ’s a crìonadh. Dh’ innis i dha, ach gu ’m bitheadh -aice fhéin ri dol ann. Fhuair i cead o ’n Rìgh, ’s rinn i deas -air son falbh; ’s leis na cumhachdan a bh’ aice cha chuireadh -muir no tìr, talamh no adhar, stad air a ceum gus an ruigeadh -i ceann thall a’ ghnothaich.</p> - -<p>’N uair a ràinig i Lochabair ’s e ’n dòigh a ghabh i, dh’ -fhadaidh i teine ’an iomall a gùin ’s ghabh i gu siubhal roimh -’n choille, ’s leis gu robh comas aice falbh anns na neòil co -math ’s air an talamh, dhìreadh i suas agus ’n uair bha i ’dìreadh -’s a’ cur cuairteig anns an adhar, bha na sradagan teine a bha -’falbh as a gùn a’ dol gach taobh leis a’ ghaoith ’s a’ lasadh na -coille gus an robh an dùthaich uile gu bhi ’n a caoirean teintich -’s co dùinte le deathaich ’s gur gann a bu léir do dhuine lias, ’s a -chionn gu ’n robh i fhéin air fàs anns an deathaich ’s anns an -t-sùith na bu duibhe na craobh ’s a’ choille, ’s e “An Dubh -Ghiùbhsach” a theireadh iad rithe.</p> - -<p>Bha muinntir na dùthcha cruinn còmhla ’g a feitheamh ’s cha -chumadh iad sealladh oirre leis co àrd ’s a rachadh i anns na -speuran ’s co luath ’s a thèarnadh i gu talamh. Cha b’ urrainn -iad greim fhaighinn oirre na bu mhotha na b’ urrainn iad stad -a chur oirre, ’s cha robh fios aca ’d e a dhèanadh iad. Mu -dheireadh chaidh iad air son fòghluim gu duine ionnsaichte a -bha ’s an dùthaich. Thuirt esan riu, buaile cruidh a chruinneachadh -far an stadadh i, ’s ’n uair a chluinneadh i ’n fheudail -’s a’ bhuar gu ’n tèarnadh i; ’s an uair a bhiodh i mar urchair -gunna uapa iad a losgadh oirre le peileir airgid, ’s gu ’n rachadh -i ’n a cual chnàmh. Ghabh iad a chomhairle ’s thòisich -iad air togail chreach ’s air ise leantuinn gus an robh a’ bhuaile -làn-suidhichte le crodh ann an Crò-Chintàile. Co luath ’s a -chuala ise a’ gheumnaich theirinn i ’s loisg iad oirre leis a’<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</span> -pheileir airgid mar dh’ iarr an duine glic orra, ’s thuit i ’n a -ceòsaich ’n am measg. Thog iad eadar dhaoine am pronnan a -bh’ aca dhi ’s thug iad leo do Lochabair i, ’s chum gu ’m bitheadh -iad cinnteach nach dèanadh i cron beò no marbh dhoibh -tuilleadh, thìodhlaic iad i ann an Achanacairidh; ’s am fear -bho ’n deachaidh an naigheachd a chluinntinn an toiseach—anns -a’ bhliadhna 1880—bha e ’g ràdhainn gu ’m b’ urrainn dha -a chas a chur air an uaigh anns an do chuireadh i.</p> - -<p>Bha ioghnadh air Righ Lochlainn nach robh a nighean a’ -tilleadh no sgeul uaipe. Chuir e forfhais a mach, ’s trà chualaic -e mar thachair dhi, chuir e bàta ’s sgioba air son a toirt dachaidh, -ach dh’ fhoghain mnathan Lochabair le ’n ubagan dh’ i. -Chaidh a briste ’s na daoine chall, aig bun Lochiall. Cha d’ -ràinig an ath chabhlach na bu mhò. ’S an treasa uair trà chuir -an Righ mach feachd na rioghachd ’s e rinn iadsan, chuir iad -eòlas a thaomadh tobraichean Dhun-I, ’s bha e ’n cois an eòlais, -rathad ’s am bith a rachadh na tobraichean a thaomadh gu ’m -faighteadh a’ ghaoth a dh’ iarrtadh. ’N uair fhuaradh sealladh -air a’ chabhlach, thòisichear air taomadh an tobair, ’s mu ’n robh -a’ bhoiseag mu dheireadh as, bha a’ ghaoth co làidir ’s a’ chabhlach -co dlùth ’s gu ’n do bhrisdeadh iad air cladach an Dùin, -’s chaidh cumhachd ’s feachd nan Lochlannach lughdachadh co -mòr ’s nach do thill iad riamh tuilleadh a dheanamh dòlais no -a thoirt sgrios air an tìr.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak mb0" id="ONEIL" title="HOW O’NEIL’S HAIR WAS MADE TO GROW.">O’NEIL,<br /> - -<span class="p85">AND HOW THE HAIR OF HIS HEAD WAS MADE TO GROW.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<p class="p1_5">There was a smith, before now, in Ireland, who was one day -working in the smithy, when a youth came in, having two old -women with him.</p> - -<p>He said to the smith,</p> - -<p>“I would be obliged to you,” he said, “if you would let me -have a while at the bellows and anvil.”</p> - -<p>The smith said he would. He then caught the two old -women, threw a hoop about their middle, and placed them in -the smithy fire, and blew the bellows at them, and then took -them out and made one woman, the fairest that eye ever saw, -from the two old women.</p> - -<p>When the smith laid down at night, he said to his wife,</p> - -<p>“A man came the way of the smithy to-day, having with him -two old women; he asked from me a while of the bellows -and anvil, and he made the fairest woman that man’s eye ever -saw, out of the two old women. My own mother and your -mother are here with us, and I think I will try to make one -right woman of the two since I saw the other man doing it.”</p> - -<p>“Do,” she said, “I am quite willing.”</p> - -<p>Next day he took out the two old women, put the hoop about -their middle, and threw them in the smithy fire. It was not -long before it became likely that he would not have even the -bones of them left. The smith was in extremity, not knowing -what to do, but a voice came behind him,</p> - -<p>“You are perplexed, smith, but perhaps I will put you right.” -With that he caught the bellows and blew harder at them; he -then took them out and put them on the anvil, and made as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</span> -fair a woman out of the two old wives. Then he said to the -smith,</p> - -<p>“You had need of me to-day, but,” said he, “you better -engage me; I will not ask from you but the half of what I -earn, and that this will be in the agreement, that I shall have the -third of my own will.” The smith engaged him.</p> - -<p>At this time O’Neil sent abroad word that he wanted one -who would make the hair of his head to grow, for there was -none on the head of O’Neil or O’Donnell, his brother, and that -whoever could do it, would get the fourth part of his means. -The servant lad said to the smith,</p> - -<p>“We had better go and make a bargain with O’Neil that we -will put hair on his head,” and they did this. “Say you to -him,” said the servant lad, “that you have a servant who will -put hair on his head for the fourth part of what he possesses.”</p> - -<p>O’Neil was agreeable to this, and the servant lad desired to -get a room for themselves, and asked a cauldron to be put on -a good fire. It was done as he wished. O’Neil was taken in -and stretched on a table. The servant lad then took hold of -the axe, threw off O’Neil’s head, and put it face foremost in the -cauldron. After some time he took hold of a large prong which he -had, and he lifted up the head with it, and hair was beginning -to come upon it. In a while he lifted it up again with the -same prong, this time a ply of the fine yellow hair would go -round his hand. Then he gave the head such a lift, and stuck -it on the body. O’Neil then called out to him to make haste -and let him rise to his feet, when he saw the fine yellow hair -coming in into his eyes. He did as he had promised; he gave -the smith and the servant lad the fourth part of his possessions. -When they were going home with the cattle the servant lad said -to the smith,</p> - -<p>“We are now going to separate, we will make two halves or -divisions of the cattle.”</p> - -<p>The smith was not willing to agree to this, but since it was in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</span> -his bargain he got the one half. They then parted, and the -animal the smith would not lose now, he would lose again, he -did not know where he was going before he reached home, and -he had only one old cow that he did not lose of the cattle.</p> - -<p>When O’Donnell saw his brother’s hair, he sent out word -that he would give the third part of his property to any one -who would do the same to himself. The smith thought he -would try to do it this time alone. He went where O’Donnell -was, and said to him that he would put hair on his head for -him also, as he had done to his brother O’Neil. Then he asked -that the cauldron be put on, and a good fire below it, and he -took O’Donnell into a room, tied him on a table, then took up -an axe, cut off his head, and threw it, face downwards, into the -cauldron. In a while he took the prong to see if the hair was -growing, but instead of the hair growing, the jaws were nearly -falling out. The smith was almost out of his senses, not -knowing what to do, when he heard a voice behind him saying -to him, “You are in a strait.” This was the lad with the Black -Art, he formerly had, returned. He blew at the cauldron -stronger, brought the prong to see how the head was doing, or -if the hair was growing on it. The next time he tried it, it -would twine round his hand. Since it was so long of growing -on it, he said, “We will put an additional fold round my hand.” -When he tried it again it would reach two twists. He took it -out of the cauldron and stuck it on the body. It cried to be -quickly let go, when he saw his yellow hair down on his -shoulders. The hair pleased him greatly; it was more abundant -than that of O’Neil, his brother. They got fully what was -promised them, and were going on their way home. The lad -who had the Black Art said, “Had we not better divide the -cattle?”</p> - -<p>“We will not, we will not,” said the smith, “lift them with -you, since I got clear.”</p> - -<p>“Well,” said the other, “if you had said that before, you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</span> -would not have gone home empty-handed, or with only one -cow,” and with that he said, “You will take every one of them: -I will take none of them.”</p> - -<p>The smith went home with that herd, and he did not require -to strike a blow in his smithy, neither did he meet with the one -with the Black Art, ever after.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="O_NEIL_S_MAR_A_CHAIDH_AM_FALT_AIR_A" title="">O’ NEIL, ’S MAR A CHAIDH AM FALT AIR A -CHEANN.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>Gobhainn bh’ ann roimhe so ann an Eirinn, ’s bha e latha de -na làithean ag obair anns a’ cheàrdaich agus thàinig òganach -stigh ’s dà sheana-bhoirionnach aige. Thuirt e ris a’ ghobhainn, -“Bhithinn ann ad ehomain,” ars’ esan, “na ’n toireadh tu -dhomh tacan de ’n bholg ’s de ’n innean.” Thuirt an gobhainn -ris gu ’n tugadh. Rug e an sin air an dà chaillich, chaith e -cearcall mu ’m meadhon, ’s chàirich e ’s an teallach iad, ’s shéid -e am bolg riu; thug e ’n sin mach iad ’s rinn e aon bhoirionnach -a bu bhreadha ’s a chunnaic sùil duine de ’n dà chaillich. -’N uair a luidh an gobhainn ’s an oidhche, thuirt e ris a mhnaoi, -“Thàinig fear rathad na ceàrdaich an diugh ’s dà chaillich aige, -’s dh’ iarr e orm treis de ’n bholg ’s de ’n innean, ’s rinn e ’m -boirionnach a bu bhriadha a chunnaic sùil duine riamh air an<span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</span> -dà chaillich. Tha mo mhàthair fhéin ’s do mhàthair fhéin -againn ann an so, ’s tha mi ’smaointeachadh gu ’m feuch mi ri -aon bhoirionnach ceart a dheanamh orra bho ’n a chunnaic mi -am fear eile ’g a dheanamh.”</p> - -<p>“Dean,” ars’ ise, “tha mi làn-toileach.”</p> - -<p>Am màireach thug e mach an dà chaillich ’s chuir e ’n cearcall -mu ’m meadhon, ’s thilg e ’s an teallach iad. Cha b’ fhada ach -gus an robh coltach nach bitheadh na cnàimhean fhéin aige -dhiùbh. Bha an gobhainn ’n a chàs gun fhios aige ’dé dheanadh -e, ach thàinig guth air a chùlthaobh, “Tha thu ann ad -éiginn, a ghobhainn, ach ma dh’ fhaoidte gu ’n cuir mise ceart -thu.” Rug e air a’ bholg ’s théid e na ’s teinne riu; thug e -mach iad a sin ’s chuir e air an innean iad, ’s rinn e boirionnach -a bu bhriadha de ’n dà chaillich. Thuirt e sin ris a’ ghobhainn, -“Bha feum agad ormsa an diugh, ach,” ars’ esan, “’s ann a ’s -fearr dhuit mise fhasdadh, ’s cha ’n iarr mi ort ach darna leth -de na bheir mi a mach; ach gu ’m bi so anns a’ chùmhnant, -gu ’m bi an treas trian de m’ thoil fhéin agam.” Dh’ fhasdaidh -an gobhainn e.</p> - -<p>Aig an àm sin chuir O’ Neil mach fios na ’m faigheadh e fear -a chuireadh falt air, chionn cha robh falt idir air O’ Neil na -air O’ Domhnull a bhràthair, gu ’n toireadh e dhoibh a’ cheathramh -chuid d’ a mhaoin; ’s thuirt an gille ris a’ ghobhainn, -“’S fhearr dhuinne falbh ’s bargan a dheanamh ri O’ Neil gu ’n -cuir sinn falt air;” ’s rinn iad mar sin. “Abair thusa ris,” -thuirt an gille ris a’ ghobhainn, “gu bheil gille agadsa a chuireas -falt air, air son a’ cheathramh chuid d’ a mhaoin.”</p> - -<p>Bha O’ Neil deònach air a shon so, agus dh’ iarr an gille -seòmar fhaotainn dhoibh fhéin, ’s dh’ iarr e coire a chur air, ’s -teine math ris. Rinneadh mar a dh’ iarr e, ’s chaidh O’ Neil a -thoirt stigh, ’s chuir e ’n a shìneadh air bòrd e, ’s rug e air an -tuaidh ’s thilg e dheth an ceann, ’s chuir e ’n comhair na goille -anns a’ choire e. ’An ceann tacain rug e air gramaiche mòr a -bh’ aige ’s thog e suas an ceann leis, ’s bha toiseach fuilt a’ tighinn<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</span> -air. Ann an ceann treis thog e suas a rithist e leis a’ ghramaiche -cheudna, agus an uair so ruigeadh car m’ a dhòrn de ’n -fhalt bhriadha bhuidhe. Thug e sin an togail ud air, ’s bhuail -e air a’ choluinn e. Ghlaodh sin O’ Neil greasad air ’s a leigeil -air a chois, ’n uair a chunnaic e ’m falt briadha buidhe a’ tighinn -’n a shùilean. Rinn e riu mar a gheall e; fhuair iad a -cheathramh chuid d’ a mhaoin.</p> - -<p>’N uair bha iad so ’dol dachaidh’s an spréidh aca, thuirt an -gille ris a’ ghobhainn, “Tha mi nis ’dol a dhealachadh ribh, -’s nì sinn dà leth air an spréidh.” Cha robh an gobhainn toileach -air so a thoirt dha, ach bho ’n a bha e ’n a chùmhnant -fhuair e ’n darna leth. Dhealaich iad so, agus am beothach -nach cailleadh an gobhainn an dràsd’ shiubhladh e rithist, ’s cha -robh fhios aige c’ àite an robh e a’ dol, ’s mu ’n d’ ràinig e ’n -tigh cha robh aige ach seann mhart nach do chaill e de ’n -spréidh.</p> - -<p>’N uair a chunnaic O’ Domhnull am falt a bh’ air a bhràthair, -chuir e mach fios gu ’n toireadh e ’n treas cuid d’ a mhaoin -seachad do aon ’s am bith a chuireadh air fhéin e. Smaointich -an gobhainn gu ’m feuchadh e-fhéin g’ a dheanamh an dràsda -gun duine ach e-fhéin. Chaidh e far an robh O’Domhnull ’s -thuirt e ris gu ’n cuireadh e air-san e mar an ceudna, ’s gur e -a chuir air a bhràthair, O’Neil, e, ’s dh’ iarr e ’n coire ’chur air -’s teine math ris. Thug e O’ Domhnull stigh do sheòmar ’s -cheangail e air bòrd e, ’s rug e air an tuaidh, ’s thug e dheth an -ceann ’s thilg e ’an comhair na goille e anns a’ choire. ’An -ceann treis rug e air a’ ghramaiche dh’ fheuchainn an robh falt -a’ cinntinn, ach ’an àite falt a bhi ’cinntinn ’s ann a bha na -giallan ’tuiteam as. Bha an gobhainn ’an impis dol as a chiall, -gun fhios aige ’dé dheanadh e, ’n uair a chualaig e guth air a -chùlthaobh ag ràdhainn ris, “Tha thu ann ad éiginn.” Bha so -gille na sgoil-duibhe, a bh’ aige fhéin roimhe, air tilleadh. -Shéid e ris a’ choire na bu teodha, ’s thug e sin nuas leis an -gramaiche a shealltainn ciamar a bha an ceann a’ deanamh, ’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</span> -bha am falt a’ cinntinn. An ath-uair a dh’ fheuch e e, ruigeadh -car mu ’dhòrn dheth. “Bho ’n a bha e co fada gun chinntinn,” -ars’ esan, “cuiridh sinn car a bharrachd mu ’m dhòrn;” -’s ’n uair a dh’ fheuch e rithist e, ruigeadh e ’n dà char. Thog -e as a’ choire e, ’s bhuail e air a’ choluinn e; ’s ghlaodh e -’ghrad-fhuasgladh, ’s e ’faicinn ’fhalt buidhe sìos air a ghualainn. -Chòrd am falt ris fior mhaith, bha barrachd fuilt air ’s a bh’ -air O’ Neil a bhràthair. Fhuair iadsan ’cheart ni a chaidh -ghealltainn doibh, ’s bha iad ’dol dachaidh air an rathad. -Thuirt gille na sgoil-duibhe, “Nach fheàrr dhuinn ar treud a -roinn?” “Cha roinn, cha roinn,” ars’ an gobhainn, “tog leat -iad, bho ’n a fhuair mise saor.” “Ma tà,” ars’ esan, “na ’n -dubhairt thu sin roimhe cha deachaidh thu dhachaidh falamh -no air aon mhart; agus leis a sin,” ars’ esan, “bheir thu leat -h-uile h-aon diùbh, cha ghabh mise gin diùbh.”</p> - -<p>Chaidh an gobhainn dachaidh leis an spréidh sin, ’s cha do -ruig e leas buille a bhualadh ’an ceàrdaich tuille, ni mò a thachair -e-fhéin air fear na sgoil-duibhe tuille.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="BEAST_FABLES">BEAST FABLES.</h2> -</div> - - -<hr class="r5" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_WOLF_AND_THE_FOX">THE WOLF AND THE FOX.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>This story, like many others in which the lower animals figure -as characters, is very popular in the Highlands, in fact, Mr. -Campbell of Islay, by whom it is mentioned, could not help -falling in with it. But the version published by him is destitute -of several interesting incidents which form a part of the -story. The narration depends always upon the knowledge and -skill of the person who tells it, and this edition is given because -there is to be found in it incidents of much interest and amusement, -not to be found in any other version, such as the Fox’s -oath and standing in front of the fire. The Gaelic is not given -except in the essential expressions, and it is not deemed of -much consequence to give more, as their fluency and number -depend upon the reciter’s knowledge and tact. In these fables -the lower animals appear with the same characteristics as are -always assigned to them, and in this tale the fox appears as -not only wily and cunning, but also as the most unprincipled -scoundrel, indifferent to the interests of others, and also to -what is usually of weight with men, the restraint of an unseen -power.</p> - -<p>The Fox and Wolf were keeping house together near the -shore, and as might naturally be expected, were very poor and -at times hard up for food. At first the fox kept himself in -good condition, and was not so voracious as the wolf. After -a heavy storm in winter time the two went along the shore -to see what the sea had cast up. This is still done by poor -people in the islands, and in those places where wood does not -grow. They are often fortunate enough to find logs and planks -of wood. On the occasion of the wolf and the fox’s journey<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</span> -they were fortunate enough to find a keg of butter. Probably -it had come from Ireland and been swept or thrown overboard -in the storm. It was particularly welcome to the poor finders, -and the rascally fox at once coveted it for himself. He said -to the wolf that, as this was the winter time, they had not so -much need of it, but when the hungry summer (<i>samhradh -gortach</i>) would come, it would be doubly welcome; they had -better bury it, and no one would know of its existence but -themselves. They dug a deep hole, buried the keg of butter, -and went home with their other provisions. Some days after -that the fox came in, and wearily throwing himself on a settle, -or seat, which formed part of the furniture, he heaved a deep -sigh and said, “Alas! Alas! Woe is me (<i>Och! Och! fhéin -thall</i>).”</p> - -<p>“Alas! Alas!” said the sympathising wolf, “what is it that -troubles you?”</p> - -<p>“Dear me,” said the fox, “they are wanting me out to a -christening (<i>Och! Och! tha iad ’gam iarraidh mach gu goisteachd</i>),” -still pretending a weary indifference, and the Gaelic -expression is here noticeable, as, being asked out to a baptism -means literally being asked to be god-father, or gossip at the -baptism, a practise observed in the Highlands, even where the -Roman Catholic and Episcopal systems have disappeared.</p> - -<p>“Alas! Alas!” said the wolf, “are you going?”</p> - -<p>“Alas! Alas!” said the fox, “I am.” When he came -home, the wolf asked what name they had given the child. -“A queer enough name,” said the fox, “<i>Blaiseam</i>,” (let me -taste).</p> - -<p>Some days after that again the same manœuvre was gone -through, and when the fox returned and the wolf asked him -the child’s name, he said it was as queer a name as the former -one,—“<i>Bi ’na mheadhon</i>,” (be in its middle). A third time -the manœuvre was gone through and the child’s name was said -to be the queerest of all, “<i>Sgrìob an clàr</i>,” (scrape the stave).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</span></p> - -<p>At last the “hungry summer” came; and it was such as is -well known even in eastern countries when the stores of the -preceding harvest are exhausted, and the stores of the year’s -harvest are not yet ready. The fox and the wolf went for the -keg of butter, but it had disappeared. The fox being prepared -for this emergency began at once to accuse the wolf of having -taken it, “No one knew it was there but our two selves, and I -see the colour of it on your fur.”</p> - -<p>The two went away home, the wolf very much cast down, -and the fox persisting in his accusation that the wolf had stolen -it. The wolf solemnly protested that he had never touched it.</p> - -<p>“Will you swear then?” the fox said.</p> - -<p>According to a Highland proverb, protestations may be loud -till they are solemn oaths (<i>’S mòr facal gu lùghadh</i>). The wolf -then held up its paw, and with great solemnity emitted this -oath, “If it be that I stole the butter, and it be, and it be, -may disease lie heavy on my grey belly in the dust, in the dust,” -(<i>Ma ’s mise ghoid an t-ìm, ’s gur mi, ’s gur mi, Galar trom-ghlas -air mo bhronnghlas anns an ùir, anns an ùir</i>).</p> - -<p>“Swear now yourself,” but the fox was so impressed by the -dignity and reverence of the oath, that he tried every means in -his power to evade so solemn an ordeal; but the wolf would -take no refusal, and at last the fox emitted this oath, “If it be -I that stole the butter, and it be, and it be, Whirm, Wheeckam, -Whirram, Whycam Whirrim Whew, Whirrim Whew,” (<i>Ma’s -mise ’ghoid an t-ìm ’s gur a mi, ’s gur a mi, ciream, cìceam ciream -cuaigeam, ciream ciu, ciream ciu</i>). The student of language will -observe how the Gaelic C corresponds to the English Wh. This -is particularly noticeable here as the difference renders the -oath as ludicrous in the translation as in the original, if not more -so. The wolf said nothing, but the fox, with that persistence -which often accompanies evil-doing, suggested that they should -both stand in front of the fire and whoever began to sweat first -would be the guilty party, as the butter would be oozing out<span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</span> -through him. The wolf thinking no evil, consented, and the -fox thought he would get him to stand nearer to the fire than -himself. It so turned out however, that the fox, who had kept -himself in good condition by repeated visits to the keg of butter, -(and they must have been more frequent than the baptisms to -which he said he had been called), was getting uncomfortably -warm, and said, “We are long enough at this work, we had -better go out and take a walk.” When out thus cooling themselves, -they passed a smithy door, at which an old white horse -was standing with the point of its hind shoe resting on the -ground. The wolf having gone over to it, but at a safe distance, -and looking intently at the door, said to the fox, “I wish, as -your eyesight is better than mine and you can read better than -I can, that you would come over and read the name written on -the horse shoe.”</p> - -<p>The fox came over but could see no writing on the shoe, but -flattered by the wolf’s words, and not liking to confess that his -eyesight was failing, it went closer and the horse lifting its foot -knocked its brains out.</p> - -<p>“I see,” said the wolf, “the greatest scholars are not always -the wisest clerks,” (<i>Cha ’n i an ro-sgoilearachd a ’s fhearr.—Lit.</i>—Excessive -scholarship is not always the best).</p> - -<div class="figcenter illowp92" id="fox" style="max-width: 78.125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/fox.jpg" alt="" /> - <div class="caption"><p class="center">THE FOX AND THE WOLF.</p></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_FOX_AND_THE_BIRD">THE FOX AND THE BIRD.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>In the foregoing the fox appears true to his character as an -unscrupulous, grasping, wily wretch, and in the following he -appears as over reached by a bird. Considering the character -the fox bears, one is glad when he is paid back in his own coin. -The bird in the tale is by some rendered Kestrel Hawk, and -by others Hen Harrier. The story was heard in Tiree, in which -are no trees on which the bird could sit, and no hawks or foxes -to make the story applicable. The lesson which the fable implies -is one that is useful everywhere.</p> - -<p>A <i>Deargan-allt, Eun Fionn</i>, was dosing by a river side, when -a Fox came and caught it, and was going to devour it. “Oh -don’t, don’t,” said the bird, “and I will lay an egg as big as -your head.”</p> - -<p>He protested this so loudly, and so solemnly, that the fox -loosened his hold till the bird at last flew up into a tree. Here -sitting on a branch, and safe from further injury, it said to the -fox, “I will not lay an egg as big as your head, for I cannot do -it, but I will give you three pieces of advice, and if you will -observe them, they will do you more good in the future. One, -first, “Never believe an unlikely story from unreliable authority -(<i>Na creid naigheachd mi-choltach fo urrainn mi-dhealbhach</i>). -Secondly, “Never make a great fuss about a small matter (<i>Na -dean dearmail mhòr mu rud beag</i>), and thirdly”—here the bird -seemed to take time, and the fox having his curiosity now -excited listened, though it was with firmly clasped teeth and -pangs of hunger—“Whatever you get a hold of, take a firm -hold of it” (<i>Rud air an dean thu greim, dean greim gu ro-mhath -air</i>), saying this, the bird flew away, and the fox, thus neatly -sold, was left lamenting.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" id="THE_WREN">THE WREN.</h3> -</div> - - -<p>In the Fables relating to animals the fox readily takes a lead, -and is characterised as an unscrupulous and unprincipled rascal. -Next to him the wren, which is the smallest (or at least has the -name of being so) of British birds figures, and has got the name -not only of being small, but also of being forward and pert. -The first or most prominent of these fables is that in which the -wren appears as contesting with the eagle the supremacy among -birds, and this story may be said to be as widely extended over -the Highlands as the birds themselves. There was to be a -contest which bird should fly highest, and the wren jumped -upon the eagle’s back. When the eagle had soared as high as -it could, it said, “Where are you now, brown wren?” (<i>C’ àite -bheil thu, dhreathan donn?</i>). The wren jumped up a little higher -and said, “Far, far, above you” (<i>Fada fada fos do chionn</i>). -In consequence of this extraordinary feat the wren has twelve -eggs while the eagle has only two.</p> - -<p>Natural historians assert that the number of wren’s eggs in -one nest seldom exceed eight, but others have stated that the -most number is twelve or even fourteen. In these tales which -have been got together in the West Highlands, the number is -uniformly said to be twelve, but whether this is actually the -case or merely an assumption, there is no call here for enquiring.</p> - -<p>The wren and his twelve sons were threshing corn in a barn, -when a fox entered and claimed one of the workers for his -prize. It was agreed, since he must get some one, that it should -be the old wren, if he himself could point him out from the -rest. The thirteen wrens were so much alike that the fox was -puzzled. At last he said, “It is easy to distinguish the stroke -of the old hero himself” (<i>’S fhurasda buille an t-sean laoich -aithneachadh</i>). On hearing this, the old wren gave himself a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</span> -jauntier air, and said, “there was a day when such was the case” -(<i>Bha latha dha sin</i>). After this the fox had no difficulty, for -boasting was always illfated (<i>bha tubaist air a’ bhòsd riamh</i>) -and he took his victim without any dispute.</p> - -<p>On another occasion the wren and his twelve sons were -going to the peatmoss, when they fell in with a plant of great -virtue and high esteem. The old wren caught hold of the -plant by the ears, and was jerking it this way and that way, -hard-binding it, and pulling it, as if peat-slicing; white was his -face and red his cheek, but he failed to pull the plant from the -bare surface of the earth: the plant of virtues and blessings—(<i>Bha -e ’ga dhudadh null ’s ’ga dhudadh nall, ’ga chruaidh-cheangal -’s ’ga bhuain-mòine; bu gheal a shnuadh ’s bu dhearg -a ghruaidh, ’s cha tugadh e Meacain o chraicionn loma na -talmhain; Meacan nam buadh ’s nam beannachd</i>).</p> - -<p>The wren called for the assistance of one of his sons, saying, -“Over here one of my sons to help me” (<i>An so aon eallach -mo mhac nall</i>), and they caught the plant in the same way, -jerking it this way and that way, hard-binding and peat-slicing -with it; white were their faces and red their cheeks, but they -could not with all their ardour, and their utmost strength pull -the plant from the bare surface of the earth: the plant of -virtues and blessings (<i>’S bha iad ’ga dhudadh null ’s ’ga dhudadh -nall, ’ga chruaidh-cheangal ’s ’ga bhuain-mòine; bu gheal an -snuadh ’s bu dearg an gruaidh ach le ’n uile dhichioll ’s le ’n -cruaidh-neart cha tugadh iad am Meacan o chraicionn loma na -talmhain: Meacan nam buadh ’s nam beannachd</i>).</p> - -<p>“Over here with two of my sons to help me” (<i>An so dà -eallach mo mhac nall</i>), and the same operation was again performed -unsuccessfully, and in the same way one after another, -until the whole twelve sons came to the assistance of the old -wren. Then they grasped it altogether, and under the severe -strain the plant at last yielded, and all the wrens fell backwards -into a peat pond and were drowned.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</span></p> - -<p>The old man from whom this story was heard said, that in -winter time, when knitting straw ropes for thatching, he could -get all the boys of the village to come to assist him, and keep -him company, and this they did with cheerfulness on the -understanding that the story of “The wren and his twelve -sons” would be illustrated at the end. One after another of -the boys sat on the floor behind him, and he having a hold of -the straw rope was able easily to resist the strain till he choose -to let go, then all the boys fell back and the laughter that -ensured was ample reward for their labour.</p> - -<p>The fame of the wren for its forwardness and impudence is -also illustrated by a story current in the south of Scotland, -about Robin Redbreast having fallen sick, and the wren paying -him a visit, and expressing great condolence when, after making -his will, Robin dismissed her, saying, “Gae pack oot at my -chamber door, ye cuttie quean.” In Gaelic the wren is also -known by the name of <i>Dreòllan</i>, and <i>Dreathan-donn</i>, and the -name as applied to human beings means a weakly, imbecile, -trifling person, in whatever he takes in hand to do.</p> - -<p>All the other birds in the same manner have their own share -of actions ascribed to them, and the manner in which several -of them made a brag of their own young is amusing—particularly -in Gaelic, in which the call ascribed to them is more -capable of imitation, and particularly in the light of the manner -in which the young of those who make the boast are looked -upon.</p> - -<p>“Gleeful, gleeful,” said the Gull, “my young is the supreme -beauty.”</p> - -<p>“Sorry, sorry,” said the Hooded Crow, “but my son is the -little Blue Chick.”</p> - -<p>“Croak, croak,” said the Raven, “it is my son that can pick -the lambs.”</p> - -<p>“Click, click,” said the Eagle, “it is my son that is lord over -you.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</span></p> - -<p>(“<i>Glìtheag, glitheag,” ors an Fhaoilean, “’se mo mhac-sa an -Daogheal Donn.</i>”</p> - -<p>“<i>Gurra, gurra,” thuirt an Fheannag, “’se mo mo mhac-sa an -Garrach Gorm.</i>”</p> - -<p>“<i>Gnog, gnog,” ors am Fitheach, “’s e mo mhac-sa ’chriomas na -h-uain.</i>”</p> - -<p>“<i>Glig, glig,” thuirt an Iolaire, “’s e mo mhac-sa ’s tighearna -oirbh.</i>”)</p> - -<p>In the Highlands the young gull is called <i>Sgliùrach</i> which is -the regular name for a slatternly young woman. It is seen -in the midst of a storm alighting in the hollows, and restfully -gliding to the highest summits of the waves.</p> - -<p>The hooded crow’s fancy for its own young has passed into -a proverb, “The hooded crow thinks its own impertinent blue -progeny pretty” (<i>’S bòidheach leis an fheannaig a garrach -gorm fhein</i>”).</p> - -<p>Of the Raven it is commonly said, that it is so fond of its -victim’s eyes that it will not even give them to its own young. Its -supernatural knowledge of where carrion is to be found amounts -almost to instinct, and is among the vices (<i>Dubhailcean</i>) ascribed -to the bard.</p> - -<p>The eagle can only fly from an elevated situation, from the -difficulty of getting wind under its wings, and in this respect -forms a great contrast to the little wren.</p> - -<p>Of other tales in which the lower animals figure, the three -following are noticeable.</p> - -<p id="THE_TWO_DEER">I.—<span class="smcap">The Two Deer.</span> The young, confident of its own -speed and strength, remarked:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Sleek and yellow is my skin,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And no beast ever planted foot</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On hillside that could catch me.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The old deer, who knew better, answered,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The young dog black-mouthed</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And yellow: the first dog</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</span> - <div class="verse indent0">Of the first litter. Born in March,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And fed on quern meal and goat’s milk,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">There never planted foot on hillside</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beast it could not catch.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(Sleamhuinn ’s buidhe mo bhian,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S cha do chuir e eang air sliabh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beathach riamh ’bheireadh orm.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“An cuilean bus-dubh buidhe,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ceud chù na saighe</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Rugadh anns a’ Mhàrt</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S a bheathaichte air gairbhean</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S air bainne ghabhair</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Cha do chuir e eang air sliabh</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Beathach riamh nach beireadh e air).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Regarding this description of the deer-hound it deserves -notice that the word <i>Màrt</i>, translated March, denotes any busy -time of the year, there being a màrt, or busy season in harvest -as well as in spring, <i>Màrt Fogharaidh</i> as well as in <i>Màrt -Earraich</i>, and that in the islands meal made with the Quern -(<i>Bràthuin</i>), and from brown oats, which are the kind of oats -most common in these islands, is stronger and more nourishing -food than common meal. The merits of goat’s milk are well -known. This description of the best kind of deer-hound is -striking, and was taken down from a reciter in Skye.</p> - -<p id="THE_TWO_HORSES">II.—<span class="smcap">The Two Horses.</span> Two horses were standing side by -side, ready yoked and ready to commence ploughing, when the -youngest, who was but newly broken, and a stranger to field -work, said, “We will plough this ridge and then that other -ridge and after that the next one, and once we have commenced -we will do every ridge in sight, and once we have fairly -commenced we will not be long in doing the whole field.” The -old horse, who had experience of the work, said, “We will -plough this furrow itself first.”</p> - -<p id="THE_TWO_DOGS">III.—<span class="smcap">The Two Dogs.</span> There was a big, sleek, honest-looking -dog, and a little yelping cur of “low degree” was -always annoying him, and barking at him. One day he caught<span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</span> -the little cur, and gave him a squeeze and sent it off yelping. -When the cur recovered itself it said, “I will not hurt you or -touch you, but I will raise an ill report (<i>droch-alla</i>) about you.” -In pursuance of his threat the cur went among his acquaintances, -and such as he himself was. There are many dogs to be -found in every town.</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse outdent">“Both mongrel puppy whelp and hound</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And curs of low degree.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>and to such the cur related how the big dog for all his smooth -appearance and apparent good nature was in reality a cruel, -deceitful dog and under all his apparent or seeming good -manners, he was ready to fall upon those weaker than himself, -whether they gave him cause or not, and if he could do it -without being observed give them a bad shaking. He was a -dangerous dog and ought to be watched and no wise dog should -put himself in his way.</p> - -<p>This calumny made its way, found many believers and at -last produced its natural fruit. The big honest dog found his -company avoided and every body looking upon him with -suspicion.</p> - -<p>At first the depression, and gloom which haunted him disappeared -under a hearty run, and the patting of its master, but -it preyed so much on him that he came to avoid society, and -to be apparently indifferent to any company. This happens in -the experiences of life, and that causeless and evil reports are -most dangerous in their consequences. Some time afterwards -the cur was similarly dealt with by another cur, who like himself -had not very high principles.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</span></p> -<h3 class="nobreak" title="THE CAT AND THE MOUSE." id="THE_CAT_AND_THE_MOUSE">THE CAT AND THE MOUSE.<br /> - -<span class="smcap p85">A Gaelic Nursery Rhyme.</span></h3> -</div> - - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">The Mouse said from her hiding place,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“What are you about, Grey Cat?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Friendship, fellowship and love:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">You may come out!”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Well I know the hooked claw</div> - <div class="verse indent2">That is fastened in the sole of your feet</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You killed my sister yesterday,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And with difficulty I myself escaped,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">You thieving cat, son of the grim grey one,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Where were you yesterday when from home?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“I went away on my left hand</div> - <div class="verse indent2">To hunt for mince-meat in an evil hour;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">I was noticed by the goodman of the house,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">My eye being shut and my cheek full;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He tightened my throat very hard,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And called out to bring him the cheese-knife,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">He cut off one of my ears</div> - <div class="verse indent2">And the red root of the ear to the bone.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">Thuirt an Luchag, ’s i ’s an fhròig,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">“’Dé th’ air t’ aire, a Chait Ghlais?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Càirdeas ’s comunn ’s gaol:</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Feudaidh tusa tighinn a mach.”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Is eòlach mi air an dubhan chrom</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Tha ’n sàs ann am bonn do chas!</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mharbh thu mo phiuthar an dé,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S ann air éiginn ’fhuair mi-fhéin as.</div> - <div class="verse indent0">A chaoitein, mhic Ghrìmeich Ghlais,</div><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</span> - <div class="verse indent2">C’ àit an robh thu ’n raoir air chuairt?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">“Dh’ fhalbh mi air mo làimh-chlì</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’Shealg nan ìsbean ’s an droch uair;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Mhothaich fear-an-tighe dhomh,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">Mo shùìl druidte ’s mo phluic làn;</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Theannaich e m’ amhach gu cruaidh,</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S ghlaodh e nuas air corc a’ chàis,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Thug e dhiom-sa an leth-chluas</div> - <div class="verse indent2">’S am faillein ruadh gu ruig an cnàimh.”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> -<p>The foregoing rhyme is here given as being a more complete -version than that to be found in vol. II. p. 389 (new edition p. 404) of -“Popular Tales of the West Highlands” by the late J. F. Campbell, -of Islay.</p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak mb0" id="GAMES">GAMES.</h2> -</div> - - -<p class="ph3 center">BOY’S GAMES.</p> - -<p class="p1_5">In the Highlands of Scotland, as in every other place where -there are children, youthful plays and amusements had their -sway, and it is worthy of attention how these amusements were -eminently calculated to develop and strengthen mind and -muscular strength in the young. The various amusements of -Riddles, and the many forms of indoor or house games are too -numerous to describe, and in many instances not worth while -dwelling upon. These games particularly called out the power -of close attention and of ready speech, and were as often played -out of doors as indoors, according to weather.</p> - - -<p class="center" id="KING_AND_KITE">I.</p> - -<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Wrestling Matches.</span></p> - -<p>When the youth of a village met at a <i>céilidh</i>, or indoor -gathering, and a wrestling match was resolved upon, one of -them was appointed a king or master of the ceremonies, and the -company was bound to be obedient to him in everything. In -the following game a stout and likely lad was fixed upon to -come in, in the character of a “Desert Glede” (<i>Croman Fàsaich</i>). -When he came in, the following speech occurred: addressing -the king, he said:—</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Croman.</i></p> - -<p>“Leigeadh da, leigeadh da, Dia,”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Righ.</i></p> - -<p>“Co as a thàinig thu, a Chromain Fhàsaich, no ’de an dràsda -thug so thu?”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Croman.</i></p> - -<p>“Thàinig mi a m’ fhonn ’s a m’ fhearann, ’s a m’ fhàsach -fhéin.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</span></p> - -<p class="center"><i>Righ.</i></p> - -<p>“’Dé chuir fearann ’s fonn ’s fàsach agadsa ’s mise gun -fhonn gun fhearann gun fhàsach.”?</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Croman.</i></p> - -<p>“Mo chruas, ’s mo luathas, ’s mo làidireachd fhéin.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Righ.</i></p> - -<p>“Tha òganach geur donn agamsa a leagadh tu, ’s a bhreabadh -tu, ’s a bheireadh sia deug dh’ iallan do dhroma asad, agus -iall g’ ad cheangal; ’s a mhi-mhodhaicheadh do bhean ann an -clais na h-inne ’s tu fhéin ceangailte.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Croman.</i></p> - -<p>“Cuir a mach so e ma ta.”</p> - -<hr class="r10" /> - -<p class="center"><i>Kite, or Glede.</i></p> - -<p>“Permit, permit, O Deity.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>King.</i></p> - -<p>“Where have you come from, Kite of the Desert, and what -has now brought you here?”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Kite.</i></p> - -<p>“I come from my own land and soil and desert.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>King.</i></p> - -<p>“How have you land and soil and desert, when I have -neither land nor soil nor desert?”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Kite.</i></p> - -<p>“My own hardiness and swiftness and strength.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>King.</i></p> - -<p>“I have a smart brown-haired youth, who can throw you -down, and kick you, and take sixteen thongs out of your back, -and a thong to tie you with, and who can throw your wife into -the byre gutter while you yourself are tied.”</p> - -<p class="center"><i>Kite.</i></p> - -<p>“Send him out here then.”</p> - -<p>The wrestling then began, and the one who proved victor<span class="pagenum" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</span> -became “Desert Glede” for the next encounter, until the -whole were run over.</p> - -<p>The words were sometimes used in the following form:—</p> - -<p><i>Righ.</i>—“Dida-a-didacha-dìsa, a Chromain Fhàsaich, co as -dràsda a choisich thu?”</p> - -<p><i>Croman.</i>—“Feuch ’bheil gìomanach donn agad a chumas -rium.”</p> - -<p><i>Righg.</i>—“Tha agamsa gìomanach donn a chumas riut ’s a -dheanadh loth pheallagach dhiot aig dorus an tighe, etc.”</p> - -<hr class="r10" /> - -<p><i>King.</i>—“Deeda-a-deedacha-deesa, Desert Glede, whence -have you walked from now?”</p> - -<p><i>Kite.</i>—“Try whether you have a brown-haired youth to -match me.”</p> - -<p><i>King.</i>—“I have a brown-haired youth that will match you -and make a matted colt of you at the door of the house, etc.”</p> - -<hr class="tb"/> - -<p id="PARSONS_MARE">Another game popular on these occasions was one of forfeits, -known as the “Parson’s mare has gone amissing,” (<i>Làir a’ -pharsonaich air chall</i>). Every boy and girl in the company -has a false name, given for the occasion, such as “Old Cow’s -Tail” (<i>Earball Seana Mhairt</i>); “Rooster on the House-top” -(<i>Coileach air Tigh</i>), etc. The king, or overseer, commencing -the game says,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“The parson’s mare has gone amissing,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">And it is a great shame that it should be so;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Try who stole her.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">Làir a’ pharsonaich air chall,</div> - <div class="verse indent4">’S mòr an nàire dh’ i bhi ann;</div> - <div class="verse indent4">Feuch cò ghoid i.</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>Looking round the circle, he fixes upon some one, and -mentions him by the assumed name. He fixes, for instance, -on the one to whom the name of “Old Cow’s Tail” was given,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</span> -and the person mentioned or denoted was bound at once to -answer, saying</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“It’s a lie from you”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(’S breugach dhuit e)</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>to which the answer is,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Who then is it?”</div> - <div class="verse indent0">(Feuch cò eile e?).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>The person accused at once passes it on by mentioning some -one else, such as the “Rooster on the House top,” and the -same query and answer, “Who then is it?”, etc., is passed on. -The first one who fails in giving a ready reply has to submit to -give a forfeit which the ruler keeps in security till all have been -exacted; then some one bends down and rests his head upon -the king’s knee, when the forfeits are held upon his head and -he is made to award the punishment of redeeming them. He -does not see whose forfeit it is, and the penalty imposed is -sometimes very ludicrous and impossible. One, for instance, -has to sit on the fire till his stomach boils (<i>Suidhe air an teine -gus am bi a ghoile air ghoil</i>); another is to go out to the hillock -in front of the village and bawl out three times,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“This is the one who did the mischief</div> - <div class="verse indent0">And who will do it to-night yet.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(’S mise an duine a rinn an t-olc</div> - <div class="verse indent0">’S nì mi ’n nochd fhathast e).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>This game requires great readiness and retentiveness of mind. -The attention being kept continually on the strain in case one’s -own assumed name be called out, and a readiness to pass the -accusation on to another.</p> - -<hr class="r10"/> - -<p id="HIDE_AND_SEEK">The game of “Hide and Seek” was practised in the Highlands -in many forms. Probably the earliest and simplest is -that of young children playing round their mother, while she -was engaged in baking bread. It was the custom in olden -times to gather the meal or remains of dough left over after<span class="pagenum" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</span> -the oatcakes of bread were made, and duly work it into a cake -by itself, called the <i>Bonnach Beag</i>, or “Little Cake,” also -known as <i>Siantachan a’ Chlàir</i>, “The Charmer of the Board,” -which was supposed to be of mysterious value in keeping want -away from the house. This little cake was given to the children, -and when butter was ready or accessible, was thickly -covered and given to the little fry, making a very welcome and -grateful treat. Sometimes when the butter was very thickly -spread, and perhaps with the thumb as the readiest and most -convenient substitute for a knife, the housewife said, “Here -take that; it is better than a hoard of cloth” (Gabh sin; -’s fhearr e na mìr liath ’an clùd). Hence the expression that -was used to denote that the preparations were not quite over:</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p> -“Cha ’n ’eil am bonnach beag bruich fhathast.”<br /> -(The little cake is not ready yet).<br /> -</p> -</div> - -<p>Not infrequently the little things hid their heads under their -mother’s apron, thinking, like the ostrich of the desert that if -their heads were hidden, none of the rest of them would be -seen. When children played the game in the open air, the -stackyard was commonly resorted to, and the one who was fixed -upon as the Blind Man, while the rest were hiding themselves -had to call out three times,</p> - -<p class="center"> -“Opera-opera-bo-baideag”<br /> -</p> - -<p>adding at the third time,</p> - -<p>“Dalladh agus bodharadh agus dìth na dà chluais air an fhear -nach cuala sud.”</p> - -<p>(Blindness and deafness and the loss of both ears be the lot of -the one who will not hear that).</p> - -<p>The Blind-man then caught hold of one of the stacks, and went -round, guided by his hands, giving occasional kicks in case any -one should be hiding himself near the ground.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="APPENDIX">APPENDIX.</h2> -</div> - - -<h3 class="mb0" id="FINLAY_GUIVNAC_2">I.—FINLAY GUIVNAC.</h3> - -<p class="center">(Page 44).</p> - -<p><i>Guibhnich</i>, or <i>Duimhnich</i>, were the Campbells. In a song in -dispraise of the clan occurs,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Bheir mi ’n sgrìob so air na Guibhnich</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Air son cuimhneachadh o nuadh.</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(I will make this line on the Campbell clan,</div> - <div class="verse indent0">To remind them anew);</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>and in another similar song,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Sgrios a’ chorrain air a’ choinnlein</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Air na bheil beò do na Guibhnich.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(The destruction of the reaping-hook on a grain of corn</div> - <div class="verse indent0">On the living race of the Campbell clan).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p>In Stewart’s Collection, p. 320, is found,</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">“Dean mo ghearan gu cuimhneach</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Ris na Duimhnidh ghlan uasal.”</div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent0">(Be mindful to lay my complaint</div> - <div class="verse indent0">Before the pure-minded noble Campbells).</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<h3 class="mb0" id="PORT_NAN_LONG">II.—PORT-NAN-LONG.</h3> - -<p class="center">(Page 52).</p> - -<p><i>Port-nan-long</i> is said to have got its name from the following -circumstance:—About the year 500 A.D., the few inhabitants -then living in Tiree were in the township and neighbourhood -of Sorabi, where there was a chapel, and which lies on the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</span> -south-east side of the island, and is separated by the stream of -the same name running past the burying-ground into the bay, -from the township of Balinoe (<i>Baile-nodha</i>). The island -having been previously desolated by pirates and cattle-raiders, -and a rumour being heard at this time that a band of these had -again returned among the islands to renew their depredations, -a watch was kept, and the factor of the community, who appears -to have been their only protector and counsellor, went daily -to look seawards for the appearance of the enemy, lest the -small and feeble band might be surprised before they could -make their escape or reach a hiding-place. One day then he -saw ships coming from the south-east, and he went in and sent -word to his neighbours. When he looked again, the ships were -nearer and were a large fleet. The next look he gave he saw -that they were close at hand, near the land. He then called -the people round him, and told them how he could see that -their enemies, who were near, were too powerful to be resisted; -that as he himself and those with him were defenceless, and -unable to escape, their only hope of deliverance from their -terrible danger was in the power of Almighty God, whose aid -he would ask, and kneeling on the ground with his friends and -neighbours around him, he said, “O Lord, as all power is in -thy hand, help us against these enemies who are coming on us -(to destroy us)”; (<i>A Thighearna, o ’n a’s ann ad làimh a tha -gach cumhachd, cuidich leinn o na naimhdean sin a tha ’tighinn -oirnn!</i>). He had scarcely uttered the last word when a violent -storm came from the south-east, and the ships of the enemy -came ashore, one heaped above another (<i>air muin a’ chéile</i>). -Sixteen of them were completely destroyed. One person even -was not left to tell their fate; and from that time the place has -been called <i>Port-nan-long</i>, (the Creek of Boats).</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</span></p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<h3 id="TRADITION_OF_MORAR">III.—A TRADITION OF MORAR.</h3> - -<p><span class="smcap">Mac vic Ailein of Morar</span> (<i>Mòr-thìr</i>) was out in a shealing -with his men, on a summer morning, and saw a young woman -following cows, with her petticoats gathered to keep them dry, -as the dew was heavy on the ground (<i>a còtaichean truiste, le -truimead an driùchd, g’ an cumail tioram</i>). He said, “Would -not that be a handsome young woman if her two legs were not -so slender (<i>mur biodh caoilead a dà choise</i>).” She answered in -his hearing, “Often a slender-shanked cow has a large udder<a id="FNanchor_31" href="#Footnote_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> -(<i>is minig a bha ùth mhòr aig bò chaol-chasach</i>).” He asked her -to be brought where he was; she was his own dairymaid. She -went away to Ireland, and named her son Murdoch after his -foster-father (<i>oide</i>), whom she afterwards married. He was -known as Little Murdoch MacRonald (<i>Murcha beag Mac -Raonuill</i>). As he grew older his mother would be telling him -about a brother he had in Alban (<i>an Albainn</i>) who was a -strong and powerful man, and the lad, being a good wrestler, -thought he would like to go and see him, to try a bout of -wrestling (<i>car-gleachd</i>) with him, to find which of them was the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</span> -strongest man, and watched for an opportunity to get to Alban. -As there was frequent communication then between Ireland -and the Western Highlands he had not long to wait till he saw -a boat in which it was likely he would be taken. He went to -the harbour and on reaching the boat, without knowing that it -belonged to his brother, asked the first person he met, who was -<i>Mac vic Ailein</i> himself, if he would get ferried across to Scotland -(<i>dh’ iarr e ’n t-aiseag</i>). <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> said that he would -take him with them. When they went away the day became -stormy (<i>shéid an latha</i>), and no one who went to steer but was -lifted from the helm,<a id="FNanchor_32" href="#Footnote_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> being thrown aside as -well as the others. When <i>Murcha beag Mac Raonuill</i> saw that -the strongest man among them could not stand at the helm, he -asked to be allowed to try it. “You would get that,” <i>Mac vic -Ailein</i> said, “if you were like a man who was able to do it, but -when it is beyond our strength (<i>’nuair a dh’ fhairtlich i oirnn -fhéin</i>), you need not make the attempt.” “At any rate,” he -said “I will give it a trial”: and it did not make him alter -his position (<i>cha do chuir i thar a bhuinn e</i>) till they reached -land. As he was the best seaman <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> would not -part with him. He took him to his house and entertained him -as a guest. They entered into conversation and began to give -news to each other (<i>chaidh iad gu seanachas agus gu naigheachdan</i>) -till little Murdoch told him he was his brother and -that it was for the express purpose (<i>a dh’ aon obair</i>) of -seeing him he had come from Ireland, and that he would not -return till they tried a bout of wrestling, since <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> -was so renowned for his prowess, and he would find out what -strength he possessed before he left. The heroes rose and -began to wrestle, but in a short time <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> was thrown -(<i>Dh’ éirich na suinn, ach ann an tiota bha Mac ’ic Ailein ’s a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</span> -dhruim ri talamh</i>). “I am pleased to have taken the trouble -of coming from Ireland (<i>toilichte as mo shaothair</i>),” Murdoch -said. Next day at dinner they had beef on the table, and little -Murdoch said, “Let us try which of us can break the shank -bone<a id="FNanchor_33" href="#Footnote_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> (<i>a’ chama-dhubh</i>) with the hand closed.” “I am willing,” -<i>Mac vic Ailein</i> said. “Well, try it, then,” Murdoch said. -<i>Mac vic Ailein</i> tried as hard as his strength would permit, -and it defied him (<i>dh’ fhairtlich i air</i>). Murdoch broke it at -the first blow. <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> then said, “You will not return -to Ireland any more; you will stay with me, and we will divide -the estate between us.” Murdoch replied, “I am well to do -as it is (<i>glé mhath dheth mar thà</i>), my mother and stepfather -have sufficient worldly means (<i>gu leòir de ’n t-saoghal</i>), and I -will not stay away from them though you were to give me the -whole estate,” and wishing <i>Mac vic Ailein</i> enjoyment and -prosperity, he bade him farewell and returned to Ireland, and -friendly communication was kept up between them ever -afterwards during their lives.</p> - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_31" href="#FNanchor_31" class="label">[31]</a> In the oldest known version of the Exile of the Son of Usnech -(preserved in the 12th century MS., the Book of Leinster) when Noisi -sees Deirdre for the first time, he exclaims, ‘’Tis a fair heifer passing -by me.’ She answers, ‘Where the bulls are there must needs be fine -heifers.’ This is one of the passages relied upon by Prof. Zimmer in -support of his contention that old Irish literature is so extremely -‘naturalistic’ in its treatment of sexual matters that we must needs -suppose the Aryan Celts were polluted by a rude and more archaic -population. I confess I see nothing in either the earlier or the present -passage but the simplicity of a race living, 2000 years ago, as it -still in part does, very close to nature, and accustomed to frank -speaking about natural matters. The whole of this tradition is simply -the fitting into a local frame of incidents which are commonplaces in -the folk-tales.—A. N.</p> - -</div></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</span></p> -<h3 id="CORRESPONDENCE">IV.—CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN J. F. CAMPBELL -OF ISLAY AND J. G. CAMPBELL.</h3> - -<p>Among the treasures regarding folk-lore that I have been able -to collect are a few letters of the late J. F. Campbell of Islay to -the Rev. J. G. Campbell, late Minister of Tiree. They deal -with various questions and traditions.</p> - -<p><i>Inter alia</i> is a discussion concerning the word sàil versus sìol -Dhiarmaid. I give the letters as written.</p> - -<p class="right mr5"> -A. CAMPBELL.<br /> -</p> - - -<h4 class="mb0" title="">SÀIL OR SÌOL DHIARMAID.</h4> - -<p class="center">The late Campbell of Islay to the late J. G. Campbell.</p> - -<p class="right mr10 mb0 p2"> -<span class="smcap">Travellers’ Club</span>,</p> - -<p class="right mr15 p0">Feb. 27, 1871.</p> - -<p class="mb0"> -<span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>, -</p> - -<p class="p0 pindent">I’ll get you the books you name and send them soon. -With regard to sàil there was once an actor who amused an audience -by putting his head under his cloak and squealing like a pig. A -countryman rose and said that he would squeal better next day. So -a match was made and tried. The audience applauded the actor and -hissed the countryman. But he produced a pig from under his cloak. -I know what the man meant who signed Sàil Dhiarmaid. The man -who spoke no other language pointed -to the place in his foot which he meant -by Sàil, so I learned the lesson, and -anybody who will try may learn a good -deal about Gaelic in the same fashion.</p> - -<div class="figleft illowp30" id="foot1" style="max-width: 48.6875em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/foot1.jpg" alt="Foot with arrow pointing to the heel" /> -</div> - -<p>If a man starts with the conviction -that knowledge is to the unknown as a -drop in the ocean—he will get on.</p> - -<p>I have MacNicol, and know his -remark about Ossian’s leg.</p> - -<p>I have now got the only copy that ever was written, so far as I -know, and I shall be glad to get more. But we must all take what -we can get. As far as fixing the king or the country and the date, -that is perfectly hopeless. I have about 16 versions of one story in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</span> -Gaelic, and no two have the same name. I suppose that there must -be sixty versions of it known in other languages, and no two are -alike. The oldest I know is scattered in ejaculations and separate -lines through the Rigveda Sanhitâ, which is a collection of -hymns in Sanscrit, and the oldest things known. St. George and the -Dragon is a form of the story. Perseus and Andromeda is another. -In Gaelic it is generally <i>Mac an Iasgair</i>, or <i>Iain Mac</i> somebody, or -<i>Fionn Mac a’ Bhradain</i>, a something to do with a mermaid or a -dragon, the herding of cows and the slaying of giants. The stories -to which I referred were told me by John Ardfenaig as facts (the Duke -of Argyll’s factor in the Ross of Mull). A man built a boat. Another, -to spite him, said that the death of a man was in that boat—no one -would go to sea in it, and at last the boat was sold by the builder to -an unbeliever in ghosts and dreams. The other was how the turnips -were protected in Tiree. If you know these you have got far, but if -not you have a good deal to learn in Tiree.</p> - -<p class="right mr20 mb0">I wish you success anyhow,</p> -<p class="right mr15 mb0 p0">Yours truly,</p> -<p class="right mr5 p0">J. F. CAMPBELL.</p> - - -<p class="p3 right mr10 mb0"><span class="smcap">Niddry Lodge, Kensington</span>,</p> -<p class="right mr15 p0">March 28, 1871.</p> - -<p class="mb0"><span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>, -</p> - -<p class="p0 pindent">I have been too busy about festivities and work -to be able to get the book which I promised to seek for you. I got -your letter of the 20th, yesterday, and I am much obliged by your -promise to put some one to write for me. If he writes from dictation -will you kindly <i>beg him to follow the words spoken</i> without regard to -his own opinion, or to what they ought to be. I speak English, but -when I come to read Chaucer I find words that I am not used to. So -it is when men who speak Gaelic begin to write old stories. Our -argument is an illustration. You speak Gaelic and you believe that -Sàil means heel and nothing else. You told me that Sàil Dhiarmaid -ought to be Sìol.</p> - -<p>Now I speak Gaelic, but I profess to be a scholar, not a teacher. -I happen to know that the man who signed Sàil Dhiarmaid, which -was printed <i>Sàil</i> didn’t mean <i>Sìol</i>. I have the following quotation,—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4">“<i>Eisdibh beag ma ’s àill leibh laoidh</i></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"> - -<hr class="p0 mb0 hrleft" style="width:13em" /></div> - </div> - <div class="stanza"> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Chaidh am bior nimh’ bu mhòr cràdh</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>An Sàil an laoich nach tlàth ’s an trod—</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>’S e ri sior chall na fala</i></div> - <div class="verse indent4"><i>Le lot a’ bhior air a bhonn.</i>”</div> - </div> -</div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</span></p> - - -<div class="figleft illowp30" id="foot2" style="max-width: 48.8125em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/foot2.jpg" alt="Foot with arrow pointing to the heel" /> -</div> - -<p>In this old lay as sung in the outer -isles these would mean the spot which -an old Mull man pointed to as sàil.<a id="FNanchor_34" href="#Footnote_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></p> - -<p>If you are sceptical I hold to my -creed of the people. But creed or -no creed I want to get the tradition -as it exists and I would not give a -snuff for “cooked” tradition.</p> - - -<p class="p3 right mr10 mb0"> -Tuesday, Oct. 10, 1871. -</p> - -<p class="p0 right mr15"> -<span class="smcap">Conan House, Dingwall.</span> -</p> - -<p class="mb0"> -<span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>,<br /> -</p> - -<p class="pindent p0">I promised yesterday at Portree to send you my -version of the fairy song, and asked you to return yours. You must -remember that I never tried to write it from Gaelic, and that I never -tried to write it from rapid dictation till last month. Correct my -spelling, but mind that I took the <i>sounds</i> from ear, so preserve all that -you can without reference to dictionary words. Don’t be hard upon -a clansman who is doing his best.</p> - -<p class="right mr20 mb0">Believe me,</p> -<p class="right mr15 mb0 p0">Yours very truly,</p> -<p class="right mr5 p0">J. F. CAMPBELL. -</p> - -<p class="p2">From John Cameron, a man about 60, who lives in the south end of -Barra, about three miles from Castlebay. He can sing and recite, -1.—The Maiden (written by J. F. C.); 2.—The Death of Diarmaid; -3.—The Death of Osgar; 4.—The Battle of Manus (written by J. F. -C.); 5.—The story of the Death of Garry; 6.—The Black Dog; 7.—The -story of ditto. 8.—The Smithy and story; 9.—The <i>Muireartach</i>; -10.—Dàn an Deirg; 11.—The Fairy Song (as written here by J. F. C.); -12.—How Coireal was slain; 13.—Fionn’s questions; 14.—A small -story written; and sundry other songs, lays, and stories, which he -will get written if I wish it. This is one of about a dozen of -men whom I have met of late who can sing and recite Ossianic -ballads, of which some are not in any book or old manuscript that I -know. I have another version of this song, written about ten years -ago—by MacLean,<a id="FNanchor_35" href="#Footnote_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> I think. See Vol. IV. Popular Tales, Lists -somewhere. It is now in London.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</span></p> - -<h4 class="mb0" title=""><span class="smcap">The Fairy Song.</span></h4> - -<p>The tune is very wild and like a pibroch. I could not learn -it in the time.</p> - - -<p class="center p1_5"><i>This is the story as told in Gaelic.</i></p> - -<p class="p1_5">There was a time, at first, when before children were christened -they used to be taken by the fairies. A child was born -and it was in a woman’s lap. A fairy came to the <i>Bean-ghlùn</i> -and she said to the midwife, “<i>’S trom do leanabh</i>.” “<i>’S trom -gach torrach</i>,” said the other. “<i>’S aotrom do leanabh</i>,” said the -fairy. “<i>’S aotrom gach soghalach</i>,” said the midwife, “<i>’S glas -do leanabh</i>,” said the fairy. “<i>’S glas am fiar ’s fàsaidh e</i>,” said -the other; and so she came day by day with words and with -singing of verses to try if she could “word” him away with -her—“<i>am briatharachadh i leatha è</i>.” But the mother always -had her answer ready. There was a lad recovering from a -fever in the house and he heard all these words, and learned -them, and he put the song together afterwards: after the child -was christened the fairy came back no more.</p> - -<p>This is the song. I have tried to divide the words so as to -represent the rhythm of the tune, but I am not sure that I have -succeeded.—J. F. C.</p> - -<p>I have given a rough copy to Miss MacLeod of MacLeod at -Dunvegan, and I should like to have <i>this</i> or <i>a copy</i> back if it is -not troublesome. My first manuscript is not easy to read, and -I have worked this from it.</p> - -<p> -Fairy:—“’S e mo leanabh mìleanach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seachd Maìleanach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seachd Dhuanach,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Gual na lag; ’s lag na luineach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nach d’ fhàs “nacach.”</span><br /> -</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> - -<p>[Reciter don’t understand gnathach, common.]</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</span></p> - -<p> -<br /> -Mother:—Se mo leanabh ruiteach (colour ruddy)<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Reamhar molteach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Miuthear mo luachair</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Ohog ri mnathan</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">M’ eòin ’us m’ uighean</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">On thug thu muine leat</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’Us maire leat</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’Us mo chrodh lùigh</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’Us mo lochraidh leat.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Bha thu fo ’m chrios an uire<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’S tha thu ’m bliadhna</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Gu cruinn buanach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Air mo guailain</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Feadh a bhaile.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Thug go gu gŏrach (fat, Reciter)<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Mnath ’n òg a bhaile</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Lan <i>shaochail</i><a id="FNanchor_36" href="#Footnote_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> uimach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thug go gu gŏrach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Le ’n ciabhan dhonna</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Le ’n ciabhan troma</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>[He said at first somewhere, “Le ’n ciochan corrach”? place.]</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thug go gu gŏrach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">’S le ’n suilean donna</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Se sin Leoid<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Na lorg ’s na luireach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Se Lochlan bu duchas dhuit</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O fire fire nì mi uimad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Cireadh do chinn</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Ni mi uimad.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Fire fire nì mi uimad<br /> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</span><span style="margin-left: 4em;">Cha tu an uan beag</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ni mi uimad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Crodh ’us caorich</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Ni mi uimad.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Fire fire ni mi uimad<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Breachan chaola</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Ni mi uimad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Fire fire ni mi uimad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">A bhog mhiladh (? fileadh. Oh soft soldier, soft mine own)</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhòg ’s leam thu</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhilidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo bhrù a rug</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhilidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo chioch a thug</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhilidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo gluin a thog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhilidh</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Bho ’s leam thu.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—B’ fheàrr leam gu faic mi do bhuaille<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Gu àrd àrd an iomal sleibhe</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Còta geal cateanach<a id="FNanchor_37" href="#Footnote_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> uaine</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Mu do ghuailain ghil ’us léine.</span><br /> -<br /> -Nurse:—B’ fhearr leam gu faichean do sheisearach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Fir na deance (?) a cuit shil</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Gu rò do cheol air feadh do thalla (land or hall)</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Leann bhi ga gabhail le fìon</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Bhog mhilidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">’S leam thu.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</span></p> - -<p>And so she says a verse each day, and if that would not do, -she came the next and made another, and the little lad made -out the song which he sat and heard. When the child was -baptized she went away and never came back again.</p> - -<p>N.B.—I have set the verses to each character as best I could, -not knowing much about it except the last two, these the reciter -placed.</p> - - -<div class="footnotes"><h4 title="">NOTES:</h4> - -<p><i>The Fairy Song</i> in the MS. is most difficult to read. It was -written phonetically, and is now in some places indistinct. The -following transliteration and translation by Mr. Duncan Mac -Isaac, of Oban, show a probable reading, and this may be -enough, in view of the spell-words of the fairy, whose mystic -diction appears to have been of a conservative quality, and -to have affected the responses of the infant’s mother.—[A. C.]</p> - -<p> -Fairy—’S e mo leanabh mì-loinneach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seac maoileanach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Seac ghuanach,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Guailne lag, ’s lag ’n a lùireach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nach d’ ùisinnicheadh.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—’S e mo leanabh ruiteach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Reamhar moltach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">M’ iubhar mo luachair</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">A thog ri mnathan</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">M’ eòin is m’ uighean</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">O ’n thug thu m’ ùine leat</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Is m’ aire leat</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Is mo chrodh-laoigh</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</span><span style="margin-left: 5em;">Is mo laochraidh leat.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Bha thu fo ’m chrios an uiridh<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’S tha thu ’m bliadhna</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Gu cruinn buanach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Air mo ghualainn</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Feadh a’ bhaile.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Thuth gò gugurach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Mnathan òg a’ bhaile</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Làn shòghail uidheamach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thuth gò gugurach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Le ’n ciabhan donna</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Le ’n ciabhan troma</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thug go gugurach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Le ’n cìochan corrach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">’S le ’n sùilean donna.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—’S e sin Leòid<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’N a lorg ’s ’n a lùireach</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’S Lochlann bu dùthchas dhuit</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O fire fire nì mi umad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Cìreadh do chinn</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Nì mi umad.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Fire fire nì mi umad<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Cha tu an t-uan beag</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nì mi umad.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Crodh is caoraich</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Nì mi umad.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Fire fire nì mi umad<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Breacain chaola</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Nì mi umad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Fire fire nì mi umad</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">A bhog mhìlidh</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</span><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog ’s leam thu</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhìlidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo bhrù a rug</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhìlidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo chìoch a thug</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhìlidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Mo ghlùin a thog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O bhog mhìlidh</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Bho ’s leam thu.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—B’ fheàrr leam gu faic mi do bhuaile<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Gu àrd àrd ’an iomall sléibhe</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Còta geal caiteineach uaine</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Mu do ghualainn ghil is léine.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—B’ fheàrr leam gu faicinn do sheisreach<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Fir na deannaige a’ cur sìl</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Gu robh do cheòl air feadh do thalla</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Leann ’bhi ’g a ghabhail le fìon</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Bhog mhìlidh bhog</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">’S leam thu.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—He is my ungraceful child,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Withered, bald, and light-headed,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Weak-shouldered, and weak in his equipments,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">That have not been put to use.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—He is my ruddy child, plump and praiseworthy;<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">My yew-tree, my rush, raised to women;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">My bird and my eggs, since thou hast taken my time with thee,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">My watchful care, my calved-cows, and my heroes with thee;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Last year thou wast under my girdle,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Thou art this year neatly gathered</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Continually upon my shoulder</span><br /> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</span><span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Through the town.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Hooh go googurach,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Young women of the town, fond of delicacies and dresses,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Hooh go googurach,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With their brown ringlets, with their heavy tresses,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">With their abrupt breasts, with their brown eyes.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—That is a Mac Leod by heredity<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">In his coat of mail;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Thy nativity is Scandinavian;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O pother, pother, the combing of thy head,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">I’ll do that about thee.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—Pother, pother, I’ll do about thee;<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Thou art not the little lamb</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">I’ll make about thee,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Cattle and sheep I’ll make about thee.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—Pother, pother, I’ll do about thee,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Narrow plaids I’ll make about thee,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O pother I’ll make about thee, thou soft warrior,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">O tender one, thou art mine, thou soft soldier,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">The fruit of my womb, thou soft, tender warrior,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">My breast that took, thou soft champion,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Reared upon my knees, thou tender champion,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Since thou art mine.</span><br /> -<br /> -Fairy:—I’d prefer to see thy cattle-fold<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">High, high on the shoulder of the mountain,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">A white coat, ruffled green,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4em;">About thy white shoulders, and a shirt.</span><br /> -<br /> -Mother:—I’d prefer to see thy team of horses,<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And the men of the handfuls sowing seed,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">And that thy music would be through thy hall</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Accompanied by ale and wine;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Thou tender champion,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 4.5em;">Thou art mine.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</span></p> - -<p>The late Campbell of Islay in the following letter, extracts -of which will be given, alludes to Mr. Campbell’s intention of -publishing at no distant date.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="right mr5 p2"> -<span class="smcap">Niddry Lodge</span>, Jan., 16, 1871. -</p> - -<p>I thank you for your letter of the 10th which reached me on -Saturday, on my return to Tiree.</p> - -<p>I shall be very glad to assist a namesake and a Highland minister -who is engaged in literary work, in which I take a special interest -myself. I now repeat my message, and ask you to place my name -on the list of subscribers, if you have one. I shall be very glad to -read your book. I am not publishing more Gaelic tales, but I am -collecting, and I may some day publish a selection or an abstract or -something from a great mass which I have got together. If you -have anything to spare from your gatherings perhaps the best plan -would be to employ some good scribe, etc. etc. etc. If you have any -intention of publishing I beg that you will not think of sending me -your gatherings. But anything sent will be carefully preserved.</p> - -<p>Superstitions are very interesting, but I should fear that the people -will not confide their superstitions to the minister. Amongst other -matters which are noteworthy are superstitious practices about fowls.</p> - -<p>These prevail in Scotland, and are identical with sacrifices by the -blacks amongst whom Speke and Grant travelled—so Grant told me. -Anything to do with serpents has special interest because of the extent -of ancient serpent worship, for which see Ferguson’s great book on -Tree and Serpent Worship in India and elsewhere. The connection -between tree and well worship in India and in Scotland generally, and -generally in the old world, is well worth investigation; also anything -that is like the Vedic forms of religion, at which you can get by reading -Wilson’s Translation of the Rigveda Sanhitâ, and the works of -Max Muller. Anything belonging specially to the sea is interesting. -The Aryans are supposed to have been natives of Central Asia, to -whom the sea must have been a great mystery.</p> - -<p>Now it is a fact that all the Aryan nations have curious beliefs and -ceremonies and practices about going to sea, <i>e.g.</i>—you must not -whistle at sea; you must not name a mouse <i>Luds</i> in Argyll but <i>Biast -tighe</i>; you must not say the shore names for <i>fine</i> or <i>low</i> when at sea, -but use sea terms; all that is curious and very hard to get at. Even -to me they will not confess their creed in the supernatural. I have -a great lot of stuff that might be useful to you, and I shall be glad to -serve you, because there is a certain narrow-minded spirit abroad to -which reference is made in the paper which I send herewith. It is -highly probable that I may be out in the west in spring or summer.</p> - -<p class="mb0 right mr15"> -Yours very truly,</p> -<p class="p0 right mr5">J. F. CAMPBELL. -</p> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</span></p> - -<p>The following letter refers to the longest and most complex -tale orally preserved in the Highlands, ‘The Leeching of -Kian’s Leg.’ The version which Islay mentions is still unprinted. -It is preserved with a portion of his MSS. in the -Advocate’s Library at Edinburgh, and a summary of its contents -has been published by me in <i>Folk-Lore</i>, Vol. I., p. 369. Mr. -Campbell’s fragmentary version was printed and translated by -him, ‘Transactions of the Gaelic Society of Inverness, 1888.’ -Another fragmentary version, collected by the Rev. D. MacInnes, -will be found in Vol. II. of this series. The oldest -known MS. version, alluded to in this letter, has been edited -and translated by Mr. Standish Hayes O’Grady in <i>Silva -Gadelica</i>, from a 15th century MS. A re-telling of the story, -based upon all the versions, will be found in Mr. Jacob’s -<i>More Celtic Fairy Tales</i>.—A. N.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<p class="mr10 mb0 right p2"> -May, 4, 71. <span class="smcap">Niddry Lodge,</span></p> - -<p class="mr15 p0 right"><span class="smcap">Kensington.</span></p> - -<p class="mb0"> -<span class="smcap">My Dear Sir</span>, -</p> - -<p class="p0">I sent you a <i>Times</i> review of Clerk’s Ossian the -other day to amuse you; also a paper with an account of fighting in -Paris, where I was at Easter.</p> - -<p>I got your letter and parcel of May 1, last night, and I have just -read the story. It is extremely well written, and the language is -vernacular and perfectly genuine: as I have now got 20 volumes, and -half another, I am able to judge. Yours is a version of the story of -which I sent you the abstract. If ever I publish the story I see that -I must fuse versions, and select from the majority of various readings, -under the name of “The Leching of Khene is legg.” The story is -mentioned in the Catalogue of the Earl of Kildare’s library amongst -the Irish Books, <span class="allsmcap">A.D.</span> 1526 (Harleian MSS., 3756, Brit. Museum). I -gave this information to Kildare, who has been hunting high and -low to find out what was meant, they could not tell him in Ireland. -I met him at Lorne’s marriage and lent him my copy, 142 pages from -oral recitation. Now you send me 19 more pages, and 3 of another -version, 22. Between us we have already recovered something of a -story 345 years old at least.</p> - -<p>Therefore Tradition is respectable; a comparison of versions gives -a fair measure of the power of popular memory, so that written Gaelic<span class="pagenum" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</span> -folk-lore is a kind of measure for other and older written traditions. -But as all that is old in history was tradition at first, the study is -worth trouble as I judge. The more we can get written the better -pleased I shall be. I am exceedingly obliged to you, and hope to -thank you in person some of these days.</p> - -<p class="mr20 right mb0">I am,</p> -<p class="mr15 right mb0 p0">Yours truly,</p> -<p class="mr5 p0">J. F. CAMPBELL.</p> -</div> - - - - - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_32" href="#FNanchor_32" class="label">[32]</a> The helm was worked by being caught by the shoulders of the -steersman as it worked backwards and forwards (<i>’g a cheapadh le -’shlinneanan a null ’s a nall</i>).</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_33" href="#FNanchor_33" class="label">[33]</a> <i>A’ chama-dhubh</i>, the bone of the animal between the knee and -shoulder-point (<i>na bha de’n chnàimh eadar an glùn agus an t-alt-lùthainn</i>).</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_34" href="#FNanchor_34" class="label">[34]</a> This discussion is doubtless concerning the -spot where tradition says the bristle of the boar -wounded Diarmaid when he measured the length of the dead beast.—A. C.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_35" href="#FNanchor_35" class="label">[35]</a> Hector MacLean, Ballygrant, Islay: now dead.—A. C.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_36" href="#FNanchor_36" class="label">[36]</a> Suobhcail or saobh chiall.</p> - -</div> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_37" href="#FNanchor_37" class="label">[37]</a> Hairy, rough, shaggy.</p> - -</div> -</div> - - - -<p class="center p4"><i>Archibald Sinclair Printer Celtic Press, 10 Bothwell Street, Glasgow.</i></p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</span></p> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SELECTION_FROM" title="ADVERTISEMENT"><i>A SELECTION FROM</i></h2> -</div> - -<p class="center p175 p0"><b>MR. 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With Glossary. 4to. 1883. vi, 153 pp. Nett 7s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>The Old Irish Glosses at Wurzburg and Carlsruhe.</b> With Translation -and Index. 1887. 345 pp. Nett 5s.</p> - - -<p>⁂ The oldest dated remains of Gaelic or any Celtic language.</p> - - - -<p><b>Cormac’s Glossary.</b> Translated and Edited by the late <span class="smcap">John O’Donovan</span>, -with Notes and Indexes by W. S. Calcutta. 1868. 4to. The few remaining -copies, nett £1 10s.</p> - -<p>⁂ One of the most valuable remains of old Irish literature for the philologist and -mythologist.</p> - - - -<p><b>The Bodley Dinnshenchas.</b> Edited, Translated, and Annotated. 8vo. 1892. -Nett 2s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>The Edinburgh Dinnshenchas.</b> Edited, Translated, and Annotated. 8vo. -1893. Nett 2s. 6d.</p> - -<p>⁂ The Dinnshenchas is an eleventh-century collection of topographical legends, and -one of the most valuable and authentic memorials of Irish mythology and legend. These -two publications give nearly three-fourths of the collection as preserved in Irish <span class="allsmcap">MSS.</span> -The bulk of the Dinnshenchas has never been published before, either in Irish or in -English.</p> - - -<p class="center p105"><b>BY PROFESSOR KUNO MEYER.</b></p> - - - -<p><b>Cath Finntraga.</b> Edited, with English Translation. Small 4to. 1885. xxii, 115 -pp. 6s.</p> - -<p><b>Merugud Ulix Maicc Leirtis.</b> The Irish Odyssey. Edited, with Notes, -Translation, and a Glossary. 8vo. 1886. xii, 36 pp. Cloth. Printed on handmade -paper, with wide margins. 3s.</p> - -<p><b>The Vision of Mac Conglinne.</b> Irish Text, English Translation (Revision of -Hennessy’s), Notes and Literary Introduction. Crown 8vo. 1892. liv, 212 pp. -Cloth. 10s. 6d.</p> - -<p>⁂ One of the curious and interesting remains of mediæval Irish story-telling. A most -vigorous and spirited Rabelaisian tale, of equal value to the student of literature or Irish -legend.</p> - - -<p class="center p105"><b>BY ALFRED NUTT.</b></p> - - - -<p><b>Studies on the Legend of the Holy Grail</b>, with Especial Reference to the -Hypothesis of its Celtic Origin. Demy 8vo. xv, 281 pp. Cloth. 10s. 6d. net.</p> - -<p>‘Une des contributions les plus précieuses et les plus méritoires qu’on ait encore -apportées à l’éclaircissement de ces questions difficiles et compliquées.’—Mons. Gaston -Paris in <i>Romania</i>.</p> - -<p>‘These charming studies of the Grail legend.’—<i>The Athenæum.</i></p> - -<p>‘An achievement of profound erudition and masterly argument, and may be hailed as -redeeming English scholarship from a long-standing reproach.’—<i>The Scots Observer.</i></p> - - - -<p><b>Celtic Myth and Saga.</b> Report upon the Literature connected with this subject. -1887–1 888. (<i>Archæological Review</i>, October, 1888.) 2s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>The Buddha’s Alms-Dish and the Legend of the Holy Grail.</b> -(<i>Archæological Review</i>, June, 1889). 2s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>Celtic Myth and Saga.</b> Report upon the Literature connected with these -subjects, 1888–1 890. (<i>Folk Lore</i>, June, 1890). 3s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>Report upon the Campbell of Islay MSS.</b> in the Advocates’ Library at -Edinburgh. (<i>Folk-Lore</i>, September, 1890). 3s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>Review of Hennessey’s Edition of Mesca Ulad.</b> (<i>Archæological Review</i>, -May, 1889.) 2s. 6d.</p> - -<p><b>Critical Notes on the Folk and Hero Tales of the Celts.</b> (<i>Celtic -Magazine</i>, August to October, 1887). 5s.</p> - -<p class="mb2"><b>Celtic Myth and Saga.</b> Report upon the Literature connected with these -subjects. 1891–9 2. 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