that a strange sight was to be seen (_ni a tha cuir ioghnadh mór orm ri fhaicinn_). “What is that?” the Chief asked. “It is a man hung on the hillock up yonder (_duine air a chrochadh air a’ chroich shuas ud_). MacLean said, as he rose up, “Who or what person dared do this without my permission? (_Co an aona duine ’san dùthaich aig an robh ’chridh leithid so dheanamh gun chuir ’nam cheadsa?_) When he saw the deed that was done, he shed bitter tears, and said that no one had done this but Fair Lachlan (_cha d’ rinn duine riamh so ach Lachunn fionn_). “It was in the agreement I made with him when he brought me the man’s head from Ireland.” This was the last hanging that was done in the island (_b’e so an crochadh mu dheireadh a rinneadh ’s an eilean_). [Illustration: THE MESSAGE DELIVERED TO THE LOVER AND THE MANNER OF HIS DEATH.] LEGENDARY HISTORY. PRINCESS THYRA OF ULSTER AND HER LOVERS. A STORY OF LOCHMAREE.[21] At one time the King of Denmark is said to have sent his son to the Scottish court along with six others (_seisear eile_). They landed in Caithness, where, as they came chiefly for sport, they began to look for deer and other wild animals, and to enquire where they were to be found. They were told that all animals of the chase had become scarce since more people had come to that part, but that in the neighbouring parts of the country, especially in Ross-shire, they were still numerous, and if they went there they would get abundant sport. They went, and while they remained lived in a house of the MacKenzies’, near Lochmaree. One day then, when following deer in the hill, the young prince got separated from his companions, who each and all found their way safely home. When he came in sight of the house, being fatigued, he sat down by the roadside and fell asleep. He was awakened by the sound of voices, and on looking he saw two men, one of whom was young and the other old, coming on the road towards him with a young woman walking between. He got up, and as they were coming nearer he was making out that he never saw a more beautiful woman. He stood before them and spoke. The old man said, “You are doing wrong in delaying us on our way.” “Methinks,” said the young prince, “that I am not doing any thing out of the way, nor have I spoken a wrong word.” The old man got angry, and calling him rough names said he was ill-bred. “That was not the way in which I was taught,” the prince answered, “I have the blood of the kings of Denmark in my veins, and I am inclined to put your head as low as your shoes for your ill words (_air son do dhroch bheul_) which I have not deserved.” When the old man heard this he became afraid, and made excuses for the warmth of temper he had shewn, but said he was under vows to protect the girl from all intrusion, “the reason being that she is with us under the vows of the church (_fo naomhachadh na h-eaglais_), by her father’s commands,” and told