The manner in which they had acquired their riches soon became known, and, tempted by the hopes of gain, a man concealed himself in the oven of the ruined house near the Catioroc one Friday night. He had not long lain there before the wizards entered, but before a word was uttered they made a strict search through the house, and soon discovered the trembling man, whom they obliged to take the oaths of allegiance to their infernal master, to the eternal ruin both of his soul and body.[185] [185] From Miss E. Chepmell. See an incident somewhat similar in Chambers’ _Popular Rhymes of Scotland_, in the tale of Sir James Ramsay, of Bamff. See also Suzet’s _Veillées Bretonnes, Comte de Cocherard et Turquin_, p. 258, and _Folk-Lore Record_, Vol. III., part 1., p. 40. EDITOR’S NOTE.--This story is also told in _Folk-Lore of Guernsey and Sark_, by Louisa Lane-Clarke (2nd Edition, 1890, p. 24). She makes certain alterations in the narrative and her version of the cure for the Princess is:--“If they cut a small square of bacon from just _over the heart_, tied it to a silken thread, and made the Princess swallow it, then jerked it up again, the hair would stick to it, and come away from _her heart_, and she would recover.” On the 16th May, 1900, the late Mrs. Murray-Aynsley read a paper on “Guernsey Folk-Lore,” to the Folk-Lore Society of England, and she also quoted this story, evidently taken from Mrs. Lane-Clarke’s version, only told in slightly different words. A WITCH IN DISGUISE. Sorcerers have the power of taking the forms of different animals, but when thus disguised cannot be wounded but by silver. A Mr. Le Marchant, “des grent mesons,” had often fired at a white rabbit which frequented his warren, but without success. One day, however, beginning to suspect how the case really stood, he detached his silver sleeve button from his wrist-band, loaded his gun with it, took a steady aim, and fired. The rabbit immediately disappeared behind the hedge. He ran up, and, hearing some person groaning as if in great pain on the other side, looked over and recognised a neighbour of his, a lady of the Vale, who was lying with her leg broken and bleeding profusely from a fresh wound. COLLAS ROUSSÉ.[186] _Une histouaire du bouan vier temps._ Un bouan houme et sa femme avaient autefais une p’tite ferme ès environs du Vazon; Collas Roussé et sa femme, Nency Guille, étaient des gens tranquilles, qui faisaient d’ leux mûx pour elvaïr leu famille, mais i’ l’taient r’ nomaï pour changier leux forme à volontaï. Une belle séraïe d’étaï nou vit un biau lièvre dans l’ gardin du Probytère qui dansait autouar d’une vaque qu’ était la fiquie.