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7 he Seal. 473<br />

" Itheagan, a thainig a nail<br />

Air bharraibh nan naoidh taogacla tonn,<br />

Fhir a bhrist fiaclan mo chinn,<br />

'S aognaidh Icam t-fhaicinn mar rium."<br />

Translated—<br />

" Itheagan, Itheagan, though I gave )'ou food<br />

Bread and butter and cheese and flesh ;<br />

On my two hands, Itheagan,<br />

Thou put'st the spear through m\- paw.<br />

" Itheagan, who came to this land<br />

On the crest <strong>of</strong> the nine advancing waves, ^<br />

Who broke the teeth from my jaws,<br />

Repugnant to me is thy presence."<br />

<strong>The</strong> old man who addressed Mackeegan in these words<br />

was none other than the monster seal the\- had some time<br />

previously clubbed on the rock. He had now assumed the<br />

human form. Mackeegan and his crew immediately<br />

departed, and betook themselves to their boat. <strong>The</strong>}- put<br />

out to sea with all possible speed, and, looking behind them<br />

with feelings <strong>of</strong> curiosity not unmixed with fear, the island<br />

disappeared from their view, as if it had been enveloped in<br />

a magic cloud. <strong>The</strong>y saw it no more.<br />

On another occasion a band <strong>of</strong> North Uist men<br />

slaughtered a number <strong>of</strong> seals on the Heisker rocks, and<br />

brought them to the main island. <strong>The</strong>y were spread out<br />

in a row on the strand. One <strong>of</strong> the party was left in charge<br />

-<strong>of</strong> them over night. To var\- the monoton\- <strong>of</strong> his vigil he<br />

wandered a little distance awaj' from the row <strong>of</strong> dead seals.<br />

While sitting under the shelter <strong>of</strong> a rock he beheld coming<br />

from the sea a woman <strong>of</strong> surpassing beauty, with her rich<br />

yellow tresses falling over her shoulders. She was dressed<br />

in emerald robes. Proceeding to the spot where the dead<br />

seals lay, and identifying each as she went along, she<br />

soliloquized as follows :<br />

—<br />

Spog Spaidrig,<br />

Spog mo chuilein chaoin chaidrich,<br />

Spog Fhionngala,<br />

^ Reference to nine waves is frequent in ancient lore. In that repository<br />

•<strong>of</strong> old Irish Laws, the Book <strong>of</strong> Aicill, we read <strong>of</strong> the nae toudaih, and we are<br />

there told that in sea laws one has a right to what he has brought over nine<br />

waves (p. 423)<br />

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