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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 />

impatience, when he found that <strong>the</strong> fish were not even<br />

nibbling at <strong>the</strong> bait.<br />

" Stronger I cannot row," repHed Dark John; " <strong>and</strong> what<br />

I cannot do, you may do yourself."<br />

In a fit <strong>of</strong> passion Donald Cam let go <strong>the</strong> h<strong>and</strong>-lines, <strong>and</strong><br />

drew his sgian-dnhh—<strong>the</strong> black knife ! Instantly Dark<br />

John, in order to escape <strong>the</strong> wrath <strong>of</strong> his master, pitched<br />

both oars overboard, <strong>and</strong> plunged into <strong>the</strong> sea himself. For<br />

hours he swam against wind <strong>and</strong> tide; <strong>and</strong> eventually he<br />

came ashore on <strong>the</strong> storm-beach at Aird Uig. Straightway<br />

he made for <strong>the</strong> retreat in Loch Bharabhat. Having<br />

discarded his wet clothing, he tidied <strong>the</strong> duyi, kindled a big<br />

<strong>fire</strong> <strong>and</strong> proceeded to cook great quantities <strong>of</strong> fish <strong>and</strong><br />

venison, for he knew well that his resourceful master would<br />

be arriving at any moment.<br />

For long enough <strong>the</strong> Atlantic billows tossed Donald Cam<br />

in an oarless boat. At length, however, he recovered one<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> oars, <strong>and</strong> thus was enabled to manoeuvre under<br />

difficulties until he came within grasp <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. By<br />

nightfall he had managed to secure both oars. He rowed<br />

ashore at Aird Uig, as was his wont, greatly distressed at<br />

<strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> his attendant, whom he believed to have been<br />

drowned. When he came in sight <strong>of</strong> Loch Bharabhat, he<br />

perceived with great joy that smoke was ascending from <strong>the</strong><br />

dun. On entering, he found <strong>the</strong> place in readiness for him.<br />

a meal prepared, <strong>and</strong> Dark John seated motionlessly before<br />

a roaring <strong>fire</strong>.<br />

" What made you throw <strong>the</strong> oars out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boat yon way,<br />

you foolish fellow? " inquired Donald Cam <strong>of</strong> his attendant.<br />

" <strong>The</strong> black rage that was on yourself ! " replied Dark<br />

John.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y smiled one to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r; <strong>and</strong> never a word more<br />

did <strong>the</strong>y utter on <strong>the</strong> trials <strong>and</strong> perils <strong>of</strong> that day.<br />

Having partaken heartily <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> meal prepared, Donald<br />

Cam <strong>and</strong> Dark John <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Large Fist fell into deep sleep<br />

before <strong>the</strong> <strong>fire</strong>.<br />

How THE Fletchers lost Achallader.<br />

<strong>The</strong> story is still recited in Glen Orchy <strong>of</strong> how <strong>the</strong><br />

superiority <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> l<strong>and</strong>s appertaining to Achallader Castle<br />

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