Popular Tales of the West Highlands, Volume 1

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Edmonston and Douglas, 1860
 

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The stories were good, and some were new to me; but there were a great many variations on the tale of the giant/monster/creature whose soul was kept in a succession of animals within each other, and ... Consulter l'avis complet

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Page 111 - gave that spring out of the water, and he stood in the mouth of the cave, and he said that he would have revenge for the sight of his eye. I had but to stay there crouched the length of the night, holding in my breath in such a way that he might not feel
Page 112 - take the ring from thee,' said I, ‘but throw it, and I will take it with me.' He threw the ring on the flat ground, I went myself and I lifted the ring, and I put it on my finger. When he said me then. ‘Is the ring fitting thee?' I said to him, ‘It is.
Page 261 - Still seem as to my childhood's sight A midway station given, For happy spirits to alight Betwixt
Page 35 - man nor creature kiss thee, for if thou dost thou wilt not remember that thou hast ever seen me.” Every one he met was giving him welcome and luck, and he charged his father and mother not to kiss him; but as mishap was to be, an old greyhound was in and she
Page 75 - off the horse, and he divided the carcass amongst the three. Three third shares to the dog, two third shares to the otter, and a third share to the falcon. “For this,” said the dog, “if swiftness of foot or sharpness of tooth will give thee aid, mind me¿ and I will be at thy
Page 38 - mind when I harried the magpie's nest, thou wouldst not eat that without giving me my share,” says the golden pigeon; “I lost my little finger bringing it down, and I want it stilL” The king's son minded, and he knew who it was he
Page 84 - hear thy speech.” In went the crone, and when her back was to him he drew his sword and whips her • head off; but the sword flew out of his hand. And swift the crone gripped her head with both hands, and puts it on her neck as it was before. The dog sprung on the crone, and
Page 76 - bare of grass, and the grazing was not so good. But he thought he would go a little further forward in on the giant's land; and he sees a great park of grass. He returned for the cattle, and he puts them into the park. They were but a short time grazing in the
Page 111 - felt the birds calling in the morning, and knew that the day was, he said—' Art thou sleeping? Awake and let out my lot of goats.' I killed the buck. He cried, ‘I will not believe that thou art not killing
Page 76 - thy blood that quenches my thirst this night”¿) “There” is no knowing,” said the herd, “but that's easier to say than to do.” And at each other went the men. There was the shaking of blades! At length and at last it seemed as if the giant would get the victory over

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