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

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FAERIES : THEIR PROPENSITIES AND ACTIVITIES<br />

<strong>and</strong> Isl<strong>and</strong>s ; <strong>and</strong> even to this day <strong>the</strong>re are <strong>folk</strong>s Hving in<br />

<strong>the</strong> remoter parts <strong>of</strong> Scotl<strong>and</strong> who have <strong>the</strong> greatest<br />

confidence in <strong>the</strong> protective properties <strong>of</strong> such metals.<br />

Rusty nails <strong>and</strong> pins are still believed to possess <strong>the</strong> power<br />

<strong>of</strong> protecting one from malevolent faeries <strong>and</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

undesirable representatives <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> elf-world. In <strong>the</strong> chapter<br />

on <strong>the</strong> Little Folk contained in my recent publication, <strong>The</strong><br />

Haunted Isles, I told <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> old woman living in Lewis,<br />

whom my late fa<strong>the</strong>r knew intimately. She was called Mbr<br />

Nic Dhomhnuill—Morag, daughter <strong>of</strong> Donald. Morag,<br />

during <strong>the</strong> greater part <strong>of</strong> her life, was in direct touch with<br />

<strong>the</strong> faeries inhabiting <strong>the</strong> knoll known as Cnoc Dubhaig, at<br />

S<strong>and</strong>wick Hill, not far from <strong>the</strong> town <strong>of</strong> Stornoway. But<br />

so persistently did <strong>the</strong>y molest her in her latter years that<br />

she resorted to collecting every rusty nail <strong>and</strong> pin <strong>and</strong><br />

needle she chanced to find. Frequently one might observe<br />

her stopping on a cart-track to pick up an odd nail that had<br />

worked its way out <strong>of</strong> a horse-shoe. This collection <strong>of</strong><br />

metals she conscientiously stuck into a large pin-cushion<br />

suspended behind <strong>the</strong> door <strong>of</strong> her cottage, believing that only<br />

in this wise could she prevent <strong>the</strong> faeries from invading her<br />

home.<br />

While cutting <strong>peat</strong>s on Cnoc Dubhaig as a young girl,<br />

Morag allowed herself to fall under <strong>the</strong> influence <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

S<strong>and</strong>wick faeries—an influence <strong>of</strong> which she was quite<br />

unable to rid herself in later years. <strong>The</strong> faeries sat <strong>and</strong><br />

conversed with her in her old age, despite her re<strong>peat</strong>ed<br />

protestations to <strong>the</strong>m. She knew all <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m by name.<br />

One was called Deocan nam Beann (Sucking-plant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

Mountains—milk-wort, maybe). Ano<strong>the</strong>r was called<br />

Popar. A third was known as Conachag (a little conch).<br />

Peulagan was a fourth ; <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re were o<strong>the</strong>rs whose names<br />

my kins<strong>folk</strong> at S<strong>and</strong>wick cannot now recall.<br />

So demented was Morag on many occasions by <strong>the</strong><br />

intrusions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Little Folk <strong>of</strong> Cnoc Dubhaig that at times<br />

she besought local men to discharge a gun over her shoulder,<br />

in order to frighten <strong>the</strong>m away. When, just before her<br />

death, she entered <strong>the</strong> house <strong>of</strong> a neighbour at S<strong>and</strong>wick<br />

Hill to find a young man in <strong>the</strong> act <strong>of</strong> shaving, she insisted<br />

that he br<strong>and</strong>ished his razor behind her back, so as to scare<br />

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