Scottish Fairy Book The Fairies of Merlins Crag
About two hundred
years ago there was a poor man working as a labourer on a farm in
Lanarkshire. He was what is known as an Orra Man; that is, he had
no special work mapped out for him to do, but he was expected to
undertake odd jobs of any kind that happened to turn up.
One day his master sent him out to cast peats on a piece of moorland
that lay on a certain part of the farm. Now this strip of moorland
ran up at one end to a curiously shaped crag, known as Merlins
Crag, because, so the country folk said, that famous Enchanter had
once taken up his abode there.
The man obeyed, and, being a willing fellow, when he arrived at the
moor he set to work with all his might and main. He had lifted quite
a quantity of peat from near the Crag, when he was startled by the
appearance of the very smallest woman that he had ever seen in his
life. She was only about two feet high, and she was dressed in a
green gown and red stockings, and her long yellow hair was not bound
by any ribbon, but hung loosely round her shoulders.
She was such a dainty little creafaire that the astonished
countryman stopped working, stuck his spade into the ground, and
gazed at her in wonder.
His wonder increased when she held up one of her tiny fingers and
addressed him in these words: What wouldst thou think if I were to
send my husband to uncover thy house? You mortals think that you can
do aught that pleaseth you.
Then, stamping her tiny foot, she added in a voice of command, Put
back that turf instantly, or thou shalt rue this day.
Now the poor man had often heard of the Fairy Folk, and of the harm
that they could work to unthinking mortals who offended them, so in
fear and trembling he set to work to undo all his labour, and to
place every divot in the exact spot from which he had taken it.
When he was finished he looked round for his strange visitor, but
she had vanished completely; he could not tell how, nor where.
Putting up his spade, he wended his way homewards, and going
straight to his master, he told him the whole story, and suggested
that in future the peats should be taken from the other end of the
But the master only laughed. He was a strong, hearty man, and had no
belief in Ghosts, or Elves, or Fairies, or any other creature that
he could not see; but although he laughed, he was vexed that his
servant should believe in such things, so to cure him, as he
thought, of his superstition, he ordered him to take a horse and
cart and go back at once, and lift all the peats and bring them to
dry in the farm steading.
The poor man obeyed with much reluctance; and was greatly relieved,
as weeks went on, to find that, in spite of his having done so, no
harm befell him.
In fact, he began to think that his master was right, and that the
whole thing must have been a dream.
So matters went smoothly on. Winter passed, and spring, and summer,
until autumn came round once more, and the very day arrived on which
the peats had been lifted the year before.
That day, as the sun went down, the orra man left the farm to go
home to his cottage, and as his master was pleased with him because
he had been working very hard lately, he had given him a little can
of milk as a present to carry home to his wife.
So he was feeling very happy, and as he walked along he was humming
a tune to himself. His road took him by the foot of Merlin's Crag,
and as he approached it he was astonished to find himself growing
strangely tired. His eyelids dropped over his eyes as if he were
going to sleep, and his feet grew as heavy as lead.
I will sit down and take a rest for a few minutes, he said to
himself; the road home never seemed so long as it does to-day."
So he sat down on a tuft of grass right under the shadow of the
Crag, and before he knew where he was he had fallen into a deep and
When he awoke it was near midnight, and the moon had risen on the
Crag. And he rubbed his eyes, when by its soft light he became aware
of a large band of Fairies who were dancing round and round him,
singing and laughing, pointing their tiny fingers at him, and
shaking their wee fists in his face.
The bewildered man rose and tried to walk away from them, but turn
in whichever direction he would the Fairies accompanied him,
encircling him in a magic ring, out of which he could in no wise go.
At last they stopped,
and, with shrieks of elfin laughter, led the prettiest and daintiest
of their companions up to him, and cried, Tread a measure, tread a
measure, Oh, Man! Then wilt thou not be so eager to escape from our
Now the poor labourer was but a clumsy dancer, and he held back with
a shamefaced air; but the Fairy who had been chosen to be his
partner reached up and seized his hands, and lo! some strange magic
seemed to enter into his veins, for in a moment he found himself
waltzing and whirling, sliding and bowing, as if he had done nothing
else but dance all his life.
And, strangest thing of all! he forgot about his home and his
children; and he felt so happy that he had no longer the slightest
desire to leave the Fairies' company.
All night long the merriment went on. The Little Folk danced and
danced as if they were mad, and the farm man danced with them, until
at last a shrill sound came over the moor. It was the cock from the
farmyard crowing its loudest to welcome the dawn.
In an instant the revelry ceased, and the Fairies, with cries of
alarm, crowded together and rushed towards the Crag, dragging the
countryman along in their midst. As they reached the rock, a
mysterious door, which he never remembered having seen before,
opened in it of its own accord, and shut again with a crash as soon
as the Fairy Host had all trooped through.
The door led into a large, dimly lighted hall full of tiny couches,
and here the Little Folk sank to rest, tired out with their
exertions, while the good man sat down on a piece of rock in the
corner, wondering what would happen next.
But there seemed to be some kind of spell thrown over his senses,
for even when the Fairies awoke and began to go about their
household occupations, and to carry out certain curious practices
which he had never seen before, and which, as you will hear, he was
forbidden to speak of afterwards, he was content to sit and watch
them, without in any way attempting to escape.
As it drew toward evening someone touched his elbow, and he turned
round with a start to see the little woman with the green dress and
scarlet stockings, who had remonstrated with him for lifting the
turf the year before, standing by his side.
The divots which thou took'st from the roof of my house have grown
once more, she said, and once more it is covered with grass; so
thou canst go home again, for justice is satisfiedthy punishment
hath lasted long enough. But first must thou take thy solemn oath
never to tell to mortal ears what thou hast seen whilst thou hast
dwelt among us.
The countryman promised gladly, and took the oath with all due
solemnity. Then the door was opened, and he was at liberty to
His can of milk was standing on the green, just where he had laid it
down when he went to sleep; and it seemed to him as if it were only
yesternight that the farmer had given it to him.
But when he reached his home he was speedily undeceived. For his
wife looked at him as if he were a ghost, and the children whom he
had left wee, toddling things were now well-grown boys and girls,
who stared at him as if he had been an utter stranger.
Where hast thou been these long, long years? cried his wife when
she had gathered her wits and seen that it was really he, and not a
spirit. And how couldst thou find it in thy heart to leave the
bairns and me alone?
And then he knew that the one day he had passed in Fairy-land had
lasted seven whole years, and he realised how heavy the punishment
had been which the Wee Folk had laid upon him.
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