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

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FOLK-TALES OF THE ROW AND ARROW<br />

to <strong>the</strong> beautiful hill-road leading round <strong>the</strong> base <strong>of</strong> Inverlaidnan<br />

Hill <strong>and</strong> over General Wade's bridge at Sluggan to<br />

Slochd, <strong>the</strong> " Pit " through which passes <strong>the</strong> railway <strong>and</strong><br />

<strong>the</strong> Great North Road between Perth <strong>and</strong> Inverness. This<br />

monument bears <strong>the</strong> following inscription :— " Erected by<br />

<strong>the</strong> Carrbridge Gaelic Ceilidh in memory <strong>of</strong> Iain Beag<br />

MacAndrea who lived here early in <strong>the</strong> 17th century. He<br />

was a noted Archer <strong>and</strong> by his skill with <strong>the</strong> Bow <strong>and</strong> Arrow<br />

prevented many Cattle Raiders entering Strathspey."<br />

Iain Beag's home was located at Dalnahaitnach ; <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

shepherds <strong>and</strong> gamekeepers employed in this solitary region<br />

actually give this name to <strong>the</strong> heap <strong>of</strong> stones said to have<br />

formed its walls.<br />

Of <strong>the</strong> exploits <strong>of</strong> Ian Beag MacAndrea, little to-day<br />

is remembered, though in <strong>the</strong> following <strong>folk</strong>-tale <strong>the</strong><br />

recollection <strong>of</strong> his prowess is perpetuated. With his bow<br />

<strong>and</strong> arrow Iain Beag had killed a cattle-riever ; <strong>and</strong> nothing<br />

would satisfy <strong>the</strong> riever's kins<strong>folk</strong> but that Iain Beag should<br />

be brought to account. Thus it was that one day, while<br />

Iain was seated by his <strong>fire</strong>side at Dalnahaitnach, eight men<br />

crowded on his threshold, seeking his life.<br />

" Is it Iain Beag you'll be wanting? " asked his wife on<br />

going to <strong>the</strong> door with an air <strong>of</strong> indifference.<br />

" Well, he's up <strong>the</strong> brae with <strong>the</strong> cattle," she replied to<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir answering her in <strong>the</strong> affirmative. " I'll send <strong>the</strong> herd<br />

after him," she continued.<br />

<strong>The</strong>reupon she turned to Iain, <strong>and</strong> in <strong>the</strong> presence <strong>of</strong> those<br />

seeking vengeance gave him a good, Scots clout on <strong>the</strong> lug,<br />

<strong>and</strong> sent him <strong>of</strong>f after his master. Meanwhile she hastily<br />

prepared a meal for <strong>the</strong> eight visitors. When <strong>the</strong>y had<br />

finished <strong>the</strong> meal, one by one <strong>the</strong>y filed out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> house,<br />

impatient to encounter <strong>the</strong> object <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir visit. As <strong>the</strong>y<br />

filed out, one by one <strong>the</strong>y were brought down by <strong>the</strong> arrows<br />

<strong>of</strong> Iain Beag, who in <strong>the</strong> interval had concealed himself<br />

among <strong>the</strong> boughs <strong>of</strong> a pine-tree comm<strong>and</strong>ing <strong>the</strong> doorway<br />

<strong>of</strong> his home at Dalnahaitnach.<br />

And I am assured by those inhabiting <strong>the</strong> upper<br />

reaches <strong>of</strong> Strath Spey <strong>and</strong> Strath Dearn that even yet<br />

you may trace <strong>the</strong> graves <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> slain, down by <strong>the</strong> River<br />

Dulnain.<br />

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