told in Gaelic and English about Na Gruagaichean or The Maidens.
Bha uair-eigin a’fuireachd an Callairt duin’-uasal a bha ‘na shealgair fhiadh ro ainmeil…
There once lived in Callart a gentleman who was a very famous deer hunter. He had a greyhound the equal of which was not then to be found in Lochaber; but, like his master, he was growing old and losing his speed. One day in Autumn the gentleman, followed by his old greyhound, ascended the hill above Kinloch More to chase the deer. He reached the corries he used to frequent; but though he saw herd after herd of them and followed them all day long, he never got near enough to shoot an arrow or to slip the dog after them. At length, when the sun was slipping down in the west, he came upon a fine-full grown stag all by himself, and he slipped the dog in pursuit of him. The dog stretched away with all his might, and at first was gaining on the stag, but as soon as the stag laid his antlers down over his shoulders, and lifted his nostrils in the air, the dog began to fall behind, and soon lost sight of him altogether. Wearied and vexed, the gentleman sat down on a green hillock in a deep glen between two lofty mountains. He was not long there when two maidens of fairest form and mien stood before him, one of them holding a noble dog on a leash. The other was the first to speak, and she said: “You are tired, hunter of the deer,” said she, “and vexed because the old dog has allowed the big stag to escape.”
”I am tired, indeed, and grieved, that the grey dog’s best days have passed,” answered the hunter.
“Courage, and take this dog with you,” said the second maiden, “and there is not a four-hoofed creature on the face of the earth, from the little hare to the full-antlered stag, but he will catch, and bring to you.”
“What is his name?” asked the hunter.
She replied that it was Brodum. He took the leash out of her hand, and thanked her for the dog. He then bade farewell to herself and her companion, and went away home.
As soon as he rose the next day, he brought everyone in the house out with him, and after turning his face towards the two mountains between which he had seen the maidens, he said: “Do you see yonder two mountains opposite you? From henceforth, remember that you are to call them the Maidens,” and that is what they are called to the present day.
The dog followed the gentleman as long as he lived, Never was a leather strap placed on a better dog. Whatever he was asked to do he did, and no creature he was sent after but he caught. And there was no man living he would follow, or answer, save his master.
When his master died he lost heart. He followed the funeral as far as the ravine between Callart and the next farm; but he stopped there and descended the ravine where he was seen entering a cave, out of which he never returned. His name is preserved in the names of these two places; for they are still called Brodum’s Ravine and Brodum’s Cave.
Read more about this topic: Na Gruagaichean
Other articles related to "folk tale, folk, tales":
... considered to be the person who made the most effort to preserve the wealth of Danish national folk tradition ... Thiele's collection of Danish folk legends (Danske Folkesagn) published in four volumes between 1818 and 1823 ... Bournonville also found inspiration in the tales collected by the Grimm brothers in Germany ...
... Hearn, Arlene Mosel's 1968 Chinese folk tale Tikki Tikki Tembo, the 1968 book Why the Sun and the Moon Live in the Sky based on an African folk tale as told by Elphinstone Dayrell, a 1968 retelling of Hans ...
Famous quotes containing the words tale and/or folk:
“I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.”
—A.E. (Alfred Edward)
“Myths, as compared with folk tales, are usually in a special category of seriousness: they are believed to have really happened, or to have some exceptional significance in explaining certain features of life, such as ritual. Again, whereas folk tales simply interchange motifs and develop variants, myths show an odd tendency to stick together and build up bigger structures. We have creation myths, fall and flood myths, metamorphose and dying-god myths.”
—Northrop Frye (19121991)