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  THE CELTIC MONTHLY.
  Whether Captain Macbean was married or left
  male issue I am not aware — the last occupant of
  the name of Macbean, being Mrs. Ketty Macbean.
  I have many of her letters running on from
  1750 to 1780, and I presume she was Captain
  Macbean's step-mother, for she never refers to
  him. She removed from Faillie at the sale, and
  her letters are afterwards dated from Dundee.
  From these I should infer that she was an
  excellent specimen of the kindly and true hearted
  Highland lady of the past. The house of Kail lie,
  with a few ancient trees, stands imposingly on
  a high bank of the river Nairn, the sketch taken
  expressely for this paper giving a very good idea
  of the place. The bridge which is also given is
  well done, and was the first erected by General
  Wade on his new road from Inverness to the
  south. Across this bridge Prince Charles rode
  after the battle on his flight from CuUoden
  towards the west, and a very tine picture showing
  his passage over the Faillie bridge was exhibited
  in London some years ago, drawing much atten-
  tion from every Highlander who saw it. During
  the many years Faillie was occupied by the
  present Sheritt" Fraser of Portree as agricultural
  tenant, the place was known all over the north
  for its breed of Highland cattle.
  (To be continued).
  A TALE OF THE EVENING STAR.
  ^fcA LL day long, through the pearly summer
  '^^M haze, we had been slowly making our
  &^ way northwards before the favouring
  south winds. The passage through the racing
  tides of Kyle Rhea had been accomplished
  while the morning sun was still low on the
  horizon. And as the day wore on we passed
  successively the flat island of Pabbay, and
  Scalpa, and the green bays of Raasay, imtil the
  evening found us lying in a calm, shining,
  ■windless sea far up the sound, between EUean
  Eona and the gloomy clifls of the Skye shores.
  Rona, with its long line of barren rocks, was
  steeped in the light of the afterglow. Through
  the dusk of twilight we could just make out
  the entrance to a little bay, almost landlocked,
  with two treacherous looking rocks guarding its
  approach. Gradually our eyes become accus-
  tomed to the light, and some one noticed among
  the shadows a star of fire beginning to shine
  steadily between the two rocks.
  "Hamish! what is that light on Rona ? Is
  there any house in that desolate spot ? "
  "Oh yes," answered the old Highlander who
  stood with a slack tiller-rope in his hand, "that
  is Camusbeg in behind the rocks. And the
  light is the light in old Widow Mackenzie's
  house. It is a ferry sad story, mirover, the
  story of that light. The fisher lads about here
  call it the Evening Star. And it is Ailasa
  Macleod herself that, I have heard, \\i\\ be
  going up every night to help Mistress Mac
  kenzie with the trimming of the big lamp that
  the Government man from London will give
  her, with the good oil and the round wick, every
  year since the " Waterwitch " was wrecked."
  And as we sat on the deck of the motionless
  yacht, with the sails hanging ghostlike in the
  night and the ruddy glow from the cabins
  lighting up the great boom, Hamish told us
  the Tale of the Evening Star.
  The men of Camusbeg were all fishers.
  The women stayed at home to spin the wool
  and milk the cows. Many a night in the
  springtime would the men set out in their boats
  for some distant fishing ground and leave the
  clachan with no man in it, unless it might be
  old Callum who was bedridden and had the
  second sight. But it was the coming back to
  Camusbeg that both men and women feared,
  for if the night was dark with a gathering
  storm, or if they had to beat in o the bay
  against an easterly wind, the Skerries were like
  two devils' death traps with the waves breaking
  over them. In the old days, more than one of
  the Camusbeg boats had been wrecked there,
  and the brave fellows drowned within sight of
  the women as they stood on the rocks across
  the bay crying for the men who would return
  no more.
  It was after one of these wild nights that
  Callum with the second sight told the wife of
  Duncan Mackenzie that if she set a light in her
  window it would shine between the devils'
  Skerries, so that a boat coming in to Camusbeg
  in the dark would run safely between the rocks,
  provided her head were kept always on the
  light. So the light in the JMackenzies' house
  became a star of hope for the men and women
  of Camusbeg. The fisher lads always steered
  by it, and sang softly to themselves as they
  sailed their boats home on the summer nights.
  There were no more wrecks at Camusbeg.
  The lamp was always lit at the going down of
  the Sim. So they called it the Evening Star.
  * -■;: * *
  There came a day when young Ewan Mac-
  kenzie succeeded his father as owner of the
  ' Waterwitch.' The fishing that year was good
  away down to the south of Raasay, and the
  Camusbeg boats would sometimes be away for
  a number of nights without returning.
  One morning in August Ewan Mackenzie sat
  in the ' Waterwitch ' mending his net in the
  sunshine. He was to see Ailasa in the evening
  before starting. She had gone up to the

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