Witchcraft and superstitious record in the south-western district of ScotlandWood, J. Maxwell (John Maxwell)
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Witchcraft and superstitious record in the south-western district of Scotland
Wood, J. Maxwell (John Maxwell)
Folklore -- Scotland; Witchcraft -- Scotland
"I' the nicht afore Roodsmass,[23] I had trysted wi' a neebor lass, a
Scots mile frae hame, to tak anent buying braws i' the Fair. We hadnae
sutten lang aneath the haw-buss till we heard the loud laugh o' fowk
riding, wi' the jingling o' bridles an' the clanking o' hoofs. We banged
up, thinking they wad ryde owre us--we kent nae but it was drunken fowk
riding to the Fair i' the fore-nicht. We glowr'd roun' and roun', an' sune
saw it was the Fairie Fowks' Rade. We cowered down till they passed by. A
leam o' light was dancing owre them, mair bonnie than moon-shine; they
were a' wee, wee fowk, wi' green scarfs on, but ane that rade foremost,
and that ane was a guid deal langer than the lave, wi' bonnie lang hair
bun' about wi' a strap, whilk glented lyke stars. They rade on braw wee
whyte naigs, wi' unco lang swoaping tails an' manes hung wi' whustles that
the win' played on. This, an' their tongues whan they sang, was like the
soun' of a far-awa' Psalm. Marion and me was in a brade lea fiel' whare
they cam' by us; a high hedge o' haw-trees keepit them frae gaun through
Johnnie Corrie's corn, but they lap a' owre't like sparrows an' gallop'd
into a green knowe beyont it. We gaed i' the morning to look at the
tredded corn, but the fient a hoof-mark was there, nor a blade
broken."(57)
The accompanying almost idealistic fairy-tale accentuates the idea of the
instinct of natural affection with which the fairies were always credited,
and their preference for a human mother to nurse their offspring:--
"A fine young woman of Nithsdale was sitting singing and rocking her
child, when a pretty lady came into her cottage, covered with a fairy
mantle. She carried a beautiful child in her arms, swaddled in green
silk.
'Nurse my child,' said the Fairy.
The young woman, conscious to whom the child belonged, took it kindly in
her arms and laid it to her breast.
The lady instantly disappeared, saying, 'Nurse kin', an' ne'er want!'
The young mother nurtured the two babes, and was astonished whenever she
awoke at finding the richest suits of apparel for both children, with meat
of most delicious flavour. This food tasted, says tradition, like loaf
mixed with wine and honey. It possessed more miraculous properties than
the wilderness manna, preserving its relish even over the seventh day.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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