Neil, who lived in Saor-bheinn, fished from the rocks. Coming home in the dusk a voice, which was the glaistig, followed him begging for a fish: 'Give me a cuddy fish, Neil.' If he gave one she became more and more importunate, and one by one he handed fish over to get rid of her, the last at his own door. In this way he often returned from the fishing with nothing.
In the same district a herd who moved cattle at night heard a voice calling that there was a cow behind him. He shouted back that if there was one behind there were a hundred before him. A third Ross man, Hector, son of Ferchar, drove an old white mare from his door twice on a frosty night, and the mare turned into a woman laughing and saying she had played a trick on him.
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