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

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THE PEAT-FIRE FLAME<br />

his apron. Though he scattered <strong>the</strong> seeds extravagantly<br />

among <strong>the</strong> furrows, his neighbours noticed that <strong>the</strong> quantity<br />

he carried never seemed to lessen. This annoyed <strong>the</strong>m<br />

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greatly. One day, <strong>the</strong>refore, <strong>the</strong>y said to him :<br />

attend you ! Is <strong>the</strong> apron never to be empty ? " Whereupon<br />

<strong>the</strong>re leapt out from among <strong>the</strong> oat seeds a little, brown<br />

bird that betook itself, no one knew whi<strong>the</strong>r. With <strong>the</strong><br />

bird's departure, <strong>the</strong> supply <strong>of</strong> seeds soon became<br />

exhausted.<br />

For some reason now unknown, <strong>the</strong> people <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Ross<br />

gave to this little, brown bird <strong>the</strong> Gaelic name <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Tore<br />

Sona, meaning <strong>the</strong> Happy Hog. And since that time, when<br />

good luck befalls any <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> man's descendants, it is<br />

customary to enquire <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> Tore Sona still<br />

ministers to <strong>the</strong> family.<br />

Two Black Crows.<br />

Upon a time <strong>the</strong>re dwelt in Moray a small proprietor who,<br />

in early life, had learnt <strong>the</strong> black art <strong>of</strong> witchcraft at an<br />

Italian school. One morning, after a night's frost, he<br />

instructed his coachman to drive him in his carriage, drawn<br />

as usual by four horses, across <strong>the</strong> thin ice covering <strong>the</strong><br />

surface <strong>of</strong> Loch Spynie. In presence <strong>of</strong> his coachman, this<br />

man versed in black magic loaded a brace <strong>of</strong> pistols,<br />

threatening him in so doing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fate that would overtake<br />

him, if he dared look back while <strong>the</strong> carriage was on its way<br />

across <strong>the</strong> ice.<br />

Over <strong>the</strong> film <strong>of</strong> ice passed <strong>the</strong> carriage-<strong>and</strong>-four. As<br />

soon as <strong>the</strong> leading horses placed <strong>the</strong>ir ho<strong>of</strong>s on terra firma,<br />

<strong>the</strong> mystified coachman turned round to find two black crows<br />

seated on <strong>the</strong> carriage behind him. <strong>The</strong>reupon <strong>the</strong> ice gave<br />

way ; <strong>and</strong> down into Loch Spynie went <strong>the</strong> carriage <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

wheelers. Had it not been for <strong>the</strong> leaders, who now pulled<br />

strenuously to avoid <strong>the</strong>ir sharing <strong>the</strong> same fate, wheelers<br />

<strong>and</strong> carriage would have disappeared in <strong>the</strong> loch. And it<br />

was indeed fortunate for <strong>the</strong> coachman that in <strong>the</strong> adventure<br />

<strong>the</strong> powder in <strong>the</strong> pistol had got wet, with <strong>the</strong> result that his<br />

life was saved unintentionally.<br />

Not until <strong>the</strong> crows assumed <strong>the</strong> shape <strong>of</strong> two imps<br />

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