The older of the two stories is the darker. According to Moore, people believed that the glen below the Glen Maye waterfall was haunted by a glashtin, a water spirit in the shape of a horse, also called the cabbyl-ushtey. A man once came upon it standing quietly, took it for an ordinary horse and climbed on its back. It bolted straight down the glen and into the sea, and he was drowned. After that, it was said, his own ghost haunted the glen as well.
Morrison's tale is told for laughs, but it has teeth. A hardworking man at Glen Maye had a lazy wife who would not get up in the mornings, and he warned her that if she did not mend her ways the buggane would have her. One evening she broke one of the old rules and began baking bread after sunset. The buggane rose out of the pool under Spooyt Vooar, the big spout, a huge and ugly thing, grabbed her by the apron and ran for the edge of the falls to throw her in.
She had her baking knife in her hand. At the last moment she cut through her apron string and dropped free, and the buggane, going too fast to stop, went headlong over the waterfall. Morrison ends by saying that was the last anyone saw of him.
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