years ago [1880] said that he could put his foot on the place where she was buried. The Norse King was amazed at his daughter not returning, and at his not receiving any account from her. He sent abroad to get tidings of her. When the news of the disaster that happened to her was brought to him, he sent a boat and crew to bring her home, but the Lochaber women by their incantations destroyed those whom he sent. The boat was wrecked, and the men lost, at the entrance to Locheil. The next ships that came were not more successful. The third time the King sent out his most powerful fleet. What they did then was to send and try through spells to dry up the wells of the Fairy Hill of Iona. The virtue of these wells was that wind could be obtained from any desired quarter by emptying them in the direction of the wind wished for. When the ships were seen approaching, the wells began to be emptied, and before the last handful was flung out, the storm was so violent, and the ships so near, that the whole fleet was driven on the beach under the Fairy Hill, and the power and might of the Norsemen was broken and so much weakened that they did not return again to infest the land. AN DUBH GHIUBHSACH, NIGHEAN RIGH LOCHLAINN, AGUS MAR A CHRIONAICH I COILLE LOCHABAIR. Mar thàinig na Lochlannaich an toiseach, ’s bu bhitheanta sin, air feadh nan dùthchannan ’s nan eileinean so, a thogail chòraichean ’s a ghabhail sealbh air fearann, ’s e an cliù a choisinn iad dhaibh féin, leis gu ’n robh iad ris a h-uile seòrsa léir-chreach ’s milleadh air muinntir nan àiteachan a bha iad a’ ruigheachd, gu ’n robh iad ’n an daoine dalma, misneachail, cruaidh-chridheach, borb. “Lochlannaich, a’ bhuidheann bhorb,” neo-easmaileach, neo-thròcaireach ’s a thuilleadh air sin, bha e air chur as an leth gu ’n robh buidseachd agus druidheachd ’s iomadh eòlas toirmisgte eile ’n am measg. Bha ’n nighean a bu sine aig Righ Lochlainn sònraichte ainmeil air son na bh’ aice de ’n “Sgoil Dubh.” Cha robh sgiorradh no tubaist a thachaireadh do chàirdean, no sgrios a thigeadh air naimhdean, no math no rath a dh’ éireadh do h-aon diù, nach robh e air a ràdhainn gur i b’ aobhar-cinn dha, no gu ’n robh làmh thaobh-eiginn aice ann. Bha i aig an tigh ’s uaithe fada ’s farsuinn comharraichte air son sgil am measg cruidh ’s feudail; ’s ann aice bha gach seòrsa eòlas cruidh ’an rìoghachd a h-athar. Cha robh sian no sùil a laidheadh air creutair beo ’s a’ bhuaile nach togadh i, no tuaineal no ceangal ’s an rachadh iad nach fhuasgladh i, gus an abairteadh gur e geumnaich cruidh, blaomannaich laogh agus ràcaireachd ghamhna an t-aon cheòl cadail a bu bhinn leatha, ’s gu ’m freagradh i ’n uair a chluinneadh i ’n spréidh ged bhiodh i ’n a suain an teis-meadhon coille dhubh a h-athar ’s an geum o cheann ìochdar iomall an domhain.