A man in Ruaig, Tiree, possessed of the second sight, saw a wether sheep (_molt_) belonging to himself whirled through the sky, and was so satisfied the Fairies had taken it in their eddy wind, that he did not, when the animal was killed, eat any of its mutton. DWELLINGS. An old man kept a green hillock, near his house, on which he frequently reclined in summer, very clean, sweeping away any filth or cow or horse droppings he might find on it. One evening, as he sat on the hillock, a little man, a stranger to him, came and thanked him for his care of the hillock, and added, that if at any time the village cattle should leave their enclosure during the night, he and his friends would show their gratitude by keeping them from the old man’s crops. The village in these days was in common, ridge about, and the Fairy promise, being tested, was found good. Of hills having the reputation of being tenanted by Fairies may be mentioned Schiehallion (_Sith-chaillionn_), in Perthshire, and Ben-y-ghloe (_Beinn a Ghlotha_); and in Argyllshire, _Sìthein na Rapaich_, ‘the Fairy dwelling of tempestuous weather,’ in Morvern and Dunniquoich (_Dùn Cuaich_, the Bowl-shaped hill) Dùn-deacainn and Shien-sloy (_sìthein sluaigh_, the multitude’s residence), near Inverary. The three latter hills are in sight of each other, and the preference of the Fairies for the last is mentioned in a popular rhyme: Dùn-deacainn is Dùn-cuaich Sìthein sluaigh is Airde-slios; Nam faighinnsa mo roghainn de ’n triùir B’e mo rùn a bhi san t-slios. At the head of Glen-Erochty (_Gleann-Eireochd-aidh_, the Shapely glen), in Athol, in Perthshire, there is a mound known as _Càrn na Sleabhach_, which at one time was of much repute as a Fairy haunt. Alasdair Challum, a poor harmless person, who went about the country making divinations for his entertainers by means of a small four-sided spinning top (_dòduman_), was asked by a widow where her late husband now was. Alasdair spun round his teetotum and, examining it attentively, said, “He is a baggage horse to the Fairies in Slevach Cairn, with a twisted willow withe in his mouth.”[36] A native of the Island of Coll went to pull some wild-briar plants (_fearra-dhris_). He tried to pull one growing in the face of a rock. The first tug he gave he heard some one calling to him from the inside of the rock, and he ran away without ever looking behind. To this day he says no one need try to persuade him there are no Fairies, for he heard them himself.