FOLK-LORE FROM UNST. 207 



" Weel, lamb, I just believe dat it's cause 0' the Bible ; 

 for ye see, da evil pooers can do naethiag when a wird 

 o' Gospel, or ony giide, is heard and seen. Ye see it's 

 just sae muckle glide aboot it keeps da evil doon." 



There was a woman called Katherine Fordyce, and 

 she died at the birth of her first child — at least, folks 

 thought she died. A neighbour's wife dreamt shortly 

 after Katherine's death that she came to her and said, 

 " I have the milk of your cow that you could not get, 

 but it shall be made up to you ; you shall have more 

 than that if you will give me what you will know 

 about soon." The good wife would not promise, having 

 no idea what Katherine meant, but shortly afterwards 

 she understood that it was a child of her own to which 

 Katherine referred. The child came, and the mother 

 named it Katherine Fordyce ; and after it was christened 

 the Trow-bound Katherine appeared to the mother again 

 and told her that all should prosper in her family 

 while that child remained in it. She told her also 

 that she was quite comfortable among the Trows, but 

 could not get out unless somebody chanced to see her 

 and had presence of mind to call on God's name at the 

 moment. She said her friends had failed to sain her 

 (guard by spells) at the time of her child's birth, and 

 that was how she fell into the power of the Trows. 



Prosperity came like a high tide upon the good 

 wife's household until her child Katherine married. 

 On the girl's wedding night a fearful storm came on ; 

 " the like had no' been minded in the time 0' anybody 

 alive." The Broch was overflowed by great seas, that 



