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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Go back to your bed, Kate," said Margaret; "it is the nightmare. Who will be gone to the smuggling? there will not be any smuggling." "At the Clates, mistress my man is there, the man I am to be marrying, and your man, mistress, and his father," and then she got her words. "It is my father I am dreading," said she. "Dol Beag is my father.
McKelvie at the Quay Inn will ken a' about that. There's a man in the island ye will be glad to meet if he's in his ordinar McDearg they ca' him and after that, Hamish, we will stravaig to the South End and see the sheep there and come back hame again. Are ye game for it?" says he. "Ay, Dan, but there's just this who is this Dol Beag?"
The Amadan said: "They call me the Amadan of the Dough, and I have killed Slat Mor, Slat Man, Slat Beag, the Cailliach of the Rocks and her four badachs, the Black Bull of the Brown Woods, the White Wether of the Hill of the Waterfalls, and the Beggarman of the King of Sweden, and before night I will have killed the Silver Cat of the Seven Glens."
McGilp and his Seagull were not so often at the cove these last years, and yet McKinnon had a crack with him in Tiree, where he was buying a horse or two. "Young Dan's deid," said McKinnon, "and Dol Beag will be hirpling aboot and eating his kail broth for many's the day."
"We had many's the ploy in the old days," says he, "and wild nights too. It will chust be twenty years off an' on since I was swundged behin' that fire like a sheep's heid yes. "I will haf forgotten what ploy that was I was aalways fighting." "Dol Beag, can ye no' be quate before dacent folk?" said Ronald. "Ou ay, Ronald, I was chust thinking of the old ploys I see you have strangers with you."
"Dol Beag has a boat and a wife and weans, and he's a sour riligous man, keen for siller at any price. Well, I'm hoping the gangers have paid him well by this time, for I am thinking he will not enjoy it long." Fearsome apparitions. Shiver involuntarily.
Kate Dol Beag, as ye ken, was a lass at her service at Scaurdale, a bonny dark ruddy lass and keen for the marrying, and the lad she had her eye on was the serving-man, McCook. And when these two were in the stackyard at Scaurdale and well hidden behind the ricks on the next night, she yoked on him.
We were loath to part, Mirren and me, and she would be lying against my breast, when there came the figure of a man running, and I kent him for Gilchrist the excise-man. "'Stop a wee, my lad; stop, says I. 'What will be hurrying ye? "'That damned McGilp has escaped us again, said he, 'and Dan McBride has killed Dol Rob Beag. "'Run, Ronny, run, cried Mirren, and pulled me to the stable.
"Give him the whisky quick," cried swart Robin McKelvie; "put it down his throat," but Dol Beag lay still. A young man at the door the same exciseman, Gilchrist, that trotted at Mirren Stuart's coat-tails cried in a thin voice, "Christ, he's deid; ye'll swing for this, Dan McBride," and disappeared in the night.
"Back, ye damned kerrigan," and Bryde's voice was high like a bugle-note, and he sprang forward. "Dan McBride has the sailors on us," came a shout from Dol Beag, and then Dan's great voice, laughing, "Fall on, lads; fall on. Into them with the steel." "Fire," screamed Gilchrist "fire, or we're by wi' it," and the pieces burst and spattered round us in a wild confusion.
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