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told to us in perfect candour. Naming 

 the possessor of the evil eye, a youngish 

 woman known to us, the buxom damsel 

 had stated the case in the simple manner 

 in which she would have recounted 

 a sale of sheep or the birth of a calf. 

 Other recollections were such as I can- 

 not specifically relate. Persons still 

 living, neighbours of our own, would be 

 saddened if I did so relate them. They 

 were about a man and a woman who met 

 their deaths tragically, one by accident 

 and the other by her own will, and could 

 not be found until the distraught 

 relations called for the help of an old 

 spinster living in Glenlyon, ten miles 

 off, who "has the second sight." The 

 sorceress declared that the bodies were 

 lying in certain places, and there the 

 bodies were found. The stories to which 

 I allude are not idle legends. No one 

 in our neighbourhood, which is as sane 

 as any other, calls them in question. 

 They are known to the minutest detail, 

 and believed absolutely. Two or three 



