Folk Tales and Fairy Lore/Torr-a-Bhuilg,
O cheann fhada thuit do bhean bhochd tadhal ann an tigh làimh ri Torr-a-bhuilg. Cha robh 'san àm duine stigh ach bean-an-tighe agus coltas leinibh bhig. Bha 'n leanabh 'ga aoirneagaich féin air ar ùrlar, agus an aon sgriach as a cheann a latha 's a dh'oidhche.
Long ago a poor woman happened to call in a house near Torr-a-Bhuilg. At the time there was no one in the house but the housewife and what appeared to be a little child. The child kept tumbling about on the floor and screaming incessantly day and night.
Dh’fheòraich a' bhean bhochd gu dé 'n gille a bh' aice an sin air an ùrlar. Fhreagair bean-an-tighe nach robh fhios aice. "Ma-tà," ars a' bhean bhochd, "tha fhios agam-sa gu math gu dé th'ann, agus ma ghabhas tu mo chomhairle-sa, gheibh thu cuidhte 's e; ach mur gabh, gheibh thu do leòir dheth. Thuirt bean-an-tighe gu'n gabhadh i 'comhairle, agus an sin dh'innis a' bhean bhochd di ciod a dheanadh i ris.
The poor woman asked what lad she had there on the floor. The housewife answered that she did not know. "Well," said the poor woman, "I know well what he is, and if you take my advice you will get rid of him; but, if not, you will get enough of him." The housewife said that she would take her advice, and the poor woman then told her what she was to do to him.
An déidh do 'n bhean-bhochd falbh, chaidh bean-an-tighe mach agus thug i stigh basgaid uibhean a chuir i 'nan cuairt air an ùrlar. Am feadh bha i ri sin, bha 'n gille air an ùrlar, a' coimhead oirre gu dùr; agus mu dheireadh thuirt e rithe gu colgarra: "Gu d tha thu 'deanamh mar sin?" "Tha coire-togalach," ars ise. "Coire-togalach! Tha mi còrr agus tri cheud bliadhna, agus gus a so cha'n fhaca mi a leithid sin de choire-togalach."
After the poor woman left, the housewife went out and brought in a basket of eggs, which she placed in a circle on the floor. While she was thus engaged, the lad kept looking sullenly at her, and said at length, roughly: "What are you doing in that manner?" "I am making a brewing caldron," was the reply. "A brewing caldron? I am more than three hundred years old and I never yet saw a brewing caldron like that!"
Cha robh teagamh na b'fhaide aig bean-an-tighe nach b' e sìthiche a bha 'san leanabh; ach chaidh i mu thimchioll a gnothuich car tacain, mar bha i roimhe. An sin sheall i mach air an uinneig, agus an ùine ghoirid chuir i coltas fiamhta oirre féin, agus thòisich i air leum air a h-ais, mar gu'm bitheadh i 'faicinn rud-eigin uamhasach. Ghlèidh an gàrlaoch air an ùrlar sùil fhiar oirre greis, agus an sin dh’fheòraich e dhith gu dé bha i 'faicinn. "Tha," ars ise, "Torr-a-bhuilg r' a theine." Cha d' fheith e far an robh e na b' fhaide, ach leum e mach air an dorus ag ràdh: "M' ùird, is m' innean, 's mo bholg;" agus cha'n fhacas tuilleadh e.
The housewife had no longer any doubt of the child being a fairy, but she went about her business for a while in her usual way. Then she looked out at the window and assumed a scared look and began to start back as if she beheld something dreadful. The squaller on the floor, looking askance at her for a while, at last asked what it was she beheld. "I see," said she, "Torr-a-Bhuilg on fire." He waited where he was no longer, but sprung out at the door, saying: "My hammers and my anvil and my bellows," and after that he was never seen again.