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The peat-fire flame : folk-tales and traditions of the Highlands & Islands

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THE WATER-HORSE AND KINDRED MONSTERS<br />

Colann has confined himself to Beinn Eadarra, in <strong>the</strong> north<br />

<strong>of</strong> Skye; <strong>and</strong> to this very day <strong>the</strong> natives <strong>of</strong> Trotternish<br />

sing <strong>the</strong> song that he sang as he flew from <strong>the</strong> grips <strong>of</strong><br />

Iain Garbh.<br />

<strong>The</strong> Sea-Serpent.<br />

According to Highl<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong> <strong>folk</strong>-lore, <strong>the</strong> largest<br />

creature in <strong>the</strong> world was <strong>the</strong> sea-serpent. This creature<br />

was known sometimes as <strong>the</strong> Great Whirlpool <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Ocean<br />

<strong>and</strong> its internal capacity was defined in <strong>the</strong> old rhyme which<br />

said that<br />

whales.<br />

it could contain in its belly no fewer than seven<br />

Mr Iain, a former minister <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Parish <strong>of</strong> Glen Elg,<br />

who died in 1875, was fond <strong>of</strong> sailing, <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong>ten put out to<br />

sea in his yacht. One day, while sailing with his two<br />

daughters <strong>and</strong> ano<strong>the</strong>r clergyman, <strong>and</strong> a boy named Donald<br />

MacCrimmon, who assisted him with <strong>the</strong> sails, a huge<br />

monster rose ciuite close to <strong>the</strong> side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> yacht, putting<br />

such a wave aboard her that she was nearly swamped. <strong>The</strong><br />

monster, my informant in Glen Elg assured me, " was as<br />

big <strong>and</strong> as round as a herring barrel, <strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> great length.<br />

And it went wriggling up <strong>and</strong> down through <strong>the</strong> water,<br />

zigzag, right <strong>and</strong> left like."<br />

Greatly frightened, <strong>the</strong> occupants <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> yacht kept on<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir course down toward <strong>the</strong> S<strong>and</strong>aig Isles, at <strong>the</strong> mouth<br />

<strong>of</strong> Loch Hourn. Meanwhile <strong>the</strong> monster, which <strong>the</strong>y now<br />

realised was a sea-serpent, continued to disport itself<br />

dangerously close to <strong>the</strong> yacht. Once <strong>the</strong>y had steered into<br />

Loch Hourn, <strong>the</strong>y saw it no more that day. <strong>The</strong>y tarried<br />

some time at Arnisdale. When, on <strong>the</strong> morrow, <strong>the</strong>y were<br />

about to return, one <strong>of</strong> Mr Iain's daughters insisted on<br />

being allowed to go home to <strong>the</strong> Manse <strong>of</strong> Glen Elg, on<br />

foot, a distance <strong>of</strong> thirteen miles, accompanied by a little<br />

terrier she had with her. <strong>The</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs returned by yacht;<br />

<strong>and</strong> again <strong>the</strong>y encountered <strong>the</strong> sea-serpent at <strong>the</strong> mouth <strong>of</strong><br />

Loch Hourn. " In fact," concluded my story-teller, " <strong>the</strong>y<br />

truly thought it had been waiting for <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong>re. Och, I<br />

don't think it, though. Anyway, <strong>the</strong>y got past it, <strong>and</strong><br />

safely home after an exciting adventure !<br />

"<br />

85<br />

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