Eas a Chaisle

A ford (now a bridge) near the village of Caisle in Glen Lyon, where formerly clods and stones were thrown by unseen hands at parties crossing at night. No one dared venture across it, until a man of the neighborhood, who was looked upon as an unbeliever and a man without fear of God or man, crossed one night. The clods and stones as usual began to fly about him, but he cried out, In the name of God I defy all from the pit, and straightaway a mysterious sound passed away up the ravine, and the clod-throwing at the place forever ceased.

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