■^^^  I  ^         An  old  woman  in  Lewis,  living  with  her  married  son,  went

out  to  look  at  the  weather  on  a  snowy  night.  Her  son  asked  her,
when  she  came  in,  what  sort  of  night  it  was.  "  Tha,"  ars  ise,
"oidhche  rionnagach,  reulach,  gun  tui'adh,  gun  ghaoith,  gun  uisge."
"  Seadh,  gu  dearbh  !  "  ars  esan,  ' '  's  iongantach  da  rireadh  an
oidhch'  i."  "  Seadh,"  ars  ise,  "  ach  's  iongantaiche  na  sin  bo
mhor  a  bhi  'n  a  h-aon  atha-grùthain."  Her  daughter-in-law  had
been  for  days  serving  up  the  Uver  of  a  lately  killed  cow,  and  no-
thing else,  till  the  old  woman  could  stand  it  no  longer.  A  similar
story  is  told,  in  Lochaber,  of  a  deaf  and  dumb  girl  and  her  step-
mother. The  girl  spoke  for  the  first  and  last  time  on  being  asked
what  sort  of  night  it  was  :  "  Tha  oidhche  ghaothar,  ghaothar,  's
i  gu  fiathail,  fiathail,  i  gu  soilleir,  soilleir,  's  i  gu  doilleir  dorcha  ;
a'  ghaoth  a  shios  's  an  t-uisg'  a  shuas."  Her  stepmother  said  it
was  strange.  "  Seadh,"  ars  ise,  ''  ach  's  iongantaiche  na  sin  gur
h-ainean  uil'  am  mart !" — Yes,  but  more  strange  is  it  that  the  cow
is  all  liver !     And  she  spoke  never  more.
Bochd  's  rud  agam,  bochd  's  mi  falamh;  bidh  mi  bochd
ri  m'  bheò.
Poor  when  I  have,  poor  v-hen  I  haven't,  poor  Til  ever  he.
Boght,  boght  dy  bràgh. — Manx.
■  èQ

Bodacli  eadar  dha  cheathaime.
An  old  man  between  two  bands.
