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I was in a house one night late up in the Gap of Maum, a very lonely place, yarning with two brothers – shepherds – who live there by themselves. I had sat a long time over the griosach, and was preparing to go, when the elder of them said to me: “Don’t stir yet a bit. Sit the fire out. A body’s loath to leave such a purty wee fire to the fairies.”