An Urisk, haunting _Beinn Doohrain_ (a hill beloved of the Celtic muse) on the confines of Argyllshire and Perthshire, stayed in summer time near the top of the hill, and in winter came down to the straths. A waterfall near the village of Clifton at Tyndrum, where it stayed on these occasions, is still called _Eas na h-ùruisg_, the Urisk’s cascade. It was encountered by St. Fillan, who had his abode in a neighbouring strath, and banished to Rome. The Urisk of Ben Loy (_Beinn Laoigh_, the Calf’s hill), also on the confines of these counties, came down in winter from his lofty haunts to the farm of Sococh, in Glen Orchy, which lies at the base of the mountain. It entered the house at night by the chimney, and it is related that on one occasion the bar, from which the chimney chain was suspended, and on which the Urisk laid its weight in descending, being taken away, and not meeting its foot as usual, the poor supernatural got a bad fall. It was fond of staying in a cleft at Moraig water-fall, and its labours, in keeping the waters from falling too fast over the rock, might be seen by any one. A stone, on which it sat with its feet dangling over the fall, is called ‘the Urisk stone’ (_Clach na h-ùruisg_). It sometimes watched the herds of Sococh farm. A man passing through Strath _Duuisg_, near Loch Sloy, at the head of Loch Lomond, on a keen frosty night, heard an Urisk on one side of the glen calling out, “Frost, frost, frost” (_reoth, reoth, reoth_). This was answered by another Urisk calling from the other side of the glen, “Kick-frost, kick-frost, kick-frost” (_ceige-reoth_, etc.). The man, on hearing this, said, “Whether I wait or not for frost, I will never while I live wait for kick-frost”; and he ran at his utmost speed till he was out of the glen. The Urisk of the ‘Yellow Water-fall’ in Glen Màili, in the south of Inverness-shire, used to come late every evening to a woman of the name of Mary, and sat watching her plying her distaff without saying a word. A man, who wished to get a sight of the Urisk, put on Mary’s clothes, and sat in her place, twirling the distaff, as best he could. The Urisk came to the door but would not enter. It said: “I see your eye, I see your nose, I see your great broad beard, And though you will work the distaff, I know you are a man.” Graham (_Highlands of Perthshire_, p. 19, quoted by Sir Walter Scott in his Notes to _The Lady of the Lake_) says the Urisk “could be gained over by kind attentions to perform the drudgery of the farm, and it was believed that many families in the Highlands had one of the order attached to it.” He adds that the famous _Coire nan ùruisgean_ derives its name from the solemn stated meetings of all the Urisks in Scotland being held there.