A Gruagach haunted the ‘Island House’ (_Tigh an Eilein_, so called from being at first surrounded with water), the principal residence in the island, from time immemorial till within the present century. She was never called Glaistig, but Gruagach and Gruagach mhara (sea-maid) by the islanders. Tradition represents her as a little woman with long yellow hair, but a sight of her was rarely obtained. She staid in the attics, and the doors of the rooms in which she was heard working were locked at the time. She was heard putting the house in order when strangers were to come, however unexpected otherwise their arrival might be. She pounded the servants when they neglected their work. AT SLEAT, SKYE. The Glaistig of the old Castle of Sleat (_Sléibhte_, mountain pastures), once the residence of the Lords of the Isles, was often seen at dusk standing near the _Gruagach_ stone, where her allowance of milk was placed. Her appearance was that of a young woman with long hair. IN THE ISLAND OF COLL. The Glaistig that haunted old Breacacha Castle, the family seat of the MacLeans of Coll, was in size ‘like a lump of a lassie’ (_cnapach caileig_), and had white hair like a tuft of flax (_gibeag lìn_), as long as herself. She put the house in order when strangers were to come, and guests getting up through the night were led astray by her, so that they could not find their way back to bed again. Indeed, she is even accused of maltreating strangers, while she let those she knew alone. AT DUNOLLY CASTLE. The Glaistig of this castle made herself very useful. The family washing had only to be left for her at night and it was done before morning. Glimpses of her were seen in the evening on her way up to the castle. During the night she tidied up the house and swept the floors. The fool (_amadan_) attached to the castle was taken under her special protection, and he often had his meat clean when others had it full of ‘stour.’ AT MEARNAIG CASTLE. This ancient ruin is on the summit of a conical rock, above a hundred feet high, close to the shore, in Glen Sanda, on the Kingerloch coast. About three or four hundred feet from it there is a beautiful and curious echo. A call of eight or nine syllables is distinctly repeated from the castle after the speaker has ceased. The only reminiscence of the castle’s former tenants is the call usually given, when rousing the echo, “Are you in, maiden?” (_Am bheil thu stigh a mhaighdean?_) The maiden is the tutelary Glaistig that haunted all such buildings. IN STRATHGLASS.