Popular Tales of the West Highlands, Volume 3Edmonston and Douglas, 1862 |
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Popular Tales of the West Highlands: Orally Collected, Volume 3 John Francis Campbell Affichage du livre entier - 1892 |
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Page 30 - She was between the two sides of the door, on a buck goat. " I am not without, I am not within, I am not on foot, and I am not on a horse; and thou must go with me...
Page 88 - I'd rather the root,' said the wolf. Then the fox had fine oaten bread all the year, and the other one had fodder. On the next year they set a crop ; and it was potatoes that they set, and they grew well.
Page 87 - it is a queer name that I myself would not give to my child, if I had him; it is HALF AND HALF.' On the morrow he said that there was a man there came to ask him to a baptism again; off he went and he reached the keg, and he ate it all up. When he came home the wolf asked him what the child's name was, and he said it was ALL GONE.
Page 389 - The Fhinn were once together on the side of Beinn Eudainn on a wild night, and there was pouring rain and falling snow from the north. About midnight a creature of uncouth appearance struck at the door of Fionn. Her hair was down to her heels, and she cried to him to let her in under the border of his covering. Fionn, observing her repulsive aspect, refuses. She went away and she gave a scream. Applying to Oisean, the son of Fionn (the wellknown Ossian), she is similarly repulsed. She then turns...
Page 322 - Then he put his finger on the black spot that came on the trout, and it burnt him, and then he put it into his mouth. Then he got knowledge that it was this Black Arcan who had slain his father, and unless he should slay Black Arcan in his sleep, that Black Arcan should slay him when he should awake.
Page 322 - Kent. finger on the black spot that came on the trout, and it burnt him, and then he put it into his mouth. Then he got knowledge that it was this Black Arcan who had slain his father, and unless he should slay Black Arcan in his sleep, that Black Arcan would slay him when he should awake. The thing that happened was that he killed the carle, and then he got a glaive and a hound, and the name of the hound was Bran MacBuidheig.
Page 389 - She went away, and she gave a shriek. She reached Diarmaid, and she cried aloud to him to let her in under the border of his covering. Diarmaid lifted a fold of his covering, and he saw her. " Thou art a strange, hideous creature. Thy...
Page 130 - ... reminded me of the Nineveh sculptures, and of faces seen in St. Sebastian. Her hair was as black as night, and her clear dark eyes glittered through the peat smoke. Her complexion was dark, and her features so unlike those who sat about her, that I asked if she were a native of the island, and learned that she was a Highland girl.
Page 130 - Her complexion was dark, and her features so unlike those who sat about her that I asked if she were a native of the island, and learned that she was a Highland girl," — that is, from the coast immediately opposite.
Page 131 - ... she were a native of the island, and learned that she was a Highland girl. Old men and young lads, newly returned from the eastern fishing, sat about on benches fixed to the wall, and smoked and listened; and MacDonald sat on a low stool in the midst, and chanted forth his lays amidst suitable remarks and ejaculations of praise and sympathy. One of the poems was the Lay of Diarmaid, much the same as it appears here ; as I had got it from MacLean, who had written it from the dictation of another...