bout ; for tliey say this in some measure prevents drunkenness." 

 — Martin's ' Western Isles.' 



Trees, Thorns. A superstition was common among the Cehic 

 races, that for every tree cut down in any district, one of the 

 inhabitants in that district would die that year. Many ancient 

 forts, and the thorns which surrounded them, were preserved by 

 the veneration, or rather dread, with which the thorns were 

 held ; hence, perhaps, the name sgitheach, sgii/i (anciently), fear ; 

 hence also, droighionn {dniidh), enchantment, witchcraft. 



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Eubus irViticoQus, ~{S//iearaga!i) Blackberries. It was and is, 

 I believe, still a common belief in the Highlands that each 

 blackberry contains a poisonous worm. Another popular belief 

 is — kept up probably to prevent children eating them when 

 unripe— that the fairies defiled them at Michaelmas and Hal- 

 loween. 



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Pyrus aucuparia — [Craobh chaoraii') Mountain-ash. The 

 Highlanders have long believed that good or bad luck is 

 connected with various trees. The caoran or fuinnseach coillc 

 (the wood enchantress) was considered by them as the most 

 propitious of trees ; hence, it was planted near every dwelling- 

 house, and even far up in the mountain-glens, still marking the 

 spot of the old shielings. " And in fishing-boats as are rigged 

 with sails, a piece of the tree was fastened to the haul-yard, and 

 held as an indispensable necessity." "Cattle diseases were 

 supposed to have been induced by fairies, or by witchcraft. It 

 is a common belief to bind unto a cow's tail a small piece of 

 mountain-ash, as a charm against witchcraft." — Martin. And 

 when malt did not yield its due proportion of spirits, this was a 

 sovereign remedy. In addition to its other virtues, its fruit was 

 supposed to cause longevity. In the Dean of Lismore's Book 

 there occurs a very old poem, ascribed to Caoch O'Cluain 

 (Blind O'Cloan); he described the rowan-tree thus — 



" Caoithainn do bhi air Loch Maoibli do chimid an tiaigh do dlieas, 

 Gach a re 'us gach a mios toradh abuich do bhi air. 

 Seasamh bha an caora sin, fa millise no mil a bhlàlh, 

 Do chumadh a caoran dearg fear gun bhiadh gu ceann naoi liàth, 

 Bleadhna air shaoghal gach fir do chuir sin is sgeul dearbh." 



A rowan-tree stood on Loch Mai, 



We see its shore tliere to the south ; 



Ever)' quarter, every month. 



It bore its fair, well-ripened fruit; 



