For breakfast, “Stingy, the Black Heron,” sent in curds and milk in broad dishes. She did not even give spoons, but told Hugh and his men to put on hen’s bills (_gobun cheare_) and take their food. Hugh waited long to see if any butter would come, rubbing his shoes together impatiently, saying now and then it was time to go, and giving every hint he could that the butter might be sent in. At last he threw his shoe down the house, exclaiming, “Neither shoes nor speech will move a bad housewife” (_Cha ghluais bròg no bruidhinn droch bhean tighe_), and demanding the butter. “Send down the butter, and you may eat it yourself to-morrow” (_cuir anuas an t-ìm, ’s feudaidh tu fhein itheadh a màireach_). She retorted, “The kicker of old shoes will not leave skin upon palm” (_Cha’n fhàg breabadair na seana-bhròig craicionn air dearnaidh_). When the butter came, Hugh said he did not want her curds or cheese to be coming in white masses through his men’s sides (_tighinn na staoigean geala roi’ chliathach nam fear aige_), kicked open the milk-house door and let in the dogs, and went away, leaving the breakfast untouched. The fight took place at _Onoc nan Sgolb_, at the back of Innsri (_cùl na h-Innsribh_), near _Ceann a Chnocain_, and not far from Torness in Glenmore. As might be expected of fasting men, Hugh and his followers lost the fight. The sweep of a broadsword took off the upper part of his head (_copan a chinn_). Instead of falling dead, he jumped on the top of his horse, a small black steed with a white spot on its forehead, and ever since is “dreeing his weird” by going about to give warning when any of his race are about to die.[29] The ghostly rider of the black horse (_marcaich an eich dhui_), crosses the seas in discharging his task. When coming to Tiree (where there are now but two or three persons claiming to be of the sept of the Lochbuy Maclaines), he takes his passage from _Port-nan-amhn’_ near _Ru-an-t-sléibh_, in Treshinish, Mull. About fifty years ago a Mull woman, living there, insisted that she had often, when a young woman, heard him galloping past the house in the evening and had seen the sparks from his horse’s hoofs as he rode down to the shore on his way to Tiree. It is told of an old man of the Lochbuy Macleans in Tiree, that on his death-bed the noise of a horse clanking a chain after it, was heard coming to the house. Thinking it was Hugh of the Little Head, he said, “The rider of the Black Horse is clanking on his own errand” (_straoilich air ceann a ghnothuich fhein_). On looking out the awe-struck company found the noise was caused by a farm-horse dragging a chain tether (_langasaid_) after it.