IN CORRY-NA-HENCHOR.
The Glaistig ofCoire-na-sheanchrach, a valley on the Mull coast, half way up the sound between that island and the mainland, met a poor fisherman of the neighbourhood every evening, when he came ashore from the fishing and always got a fish for herself. One evening he caught nothing but lithe, and when the Glaistig came and looked at them, she said, “They are all litheto-night, Murdoch.” Whatever offence was taken by her in consequence she never came any more.