J. F. Campbell Collection > Original collection of the poems of Ossian, Orrann, Ulin, and other bards, who flourished in the same age

98 DARGO,
He answered, unterrified: few dwell in my
native land, who are strangers to my renown. I
am Dargo, the son of Driidin: I avow my pur-
pose; I am come to demand submission from the
warriors of Albin. The magnanimous Ryno
spoke: Who is king Dargo, the son of Drudin?
Reply, or submission, how shouldst thou claim
from the accomplished heroes of InuivS-fail? Fierce
as you are, warriors, with^nvy and wrath, I could
wrest the sway from Gaul himself, and the race of
Trenmor. Should I relate to thee, O Dargo,
son of the mighty prince, the battles won by the
illustrious Fingal, and by Gaul, the son of Morni,
of noble deeds, and recount the many heroes of
our land that would rise to meet thee in combat,
wiser thou wouldst deem it not to advance, than
to perish by the strokes of the valiant.
My wrath J never will, resign, said Dargo, the
son of Drudin, without the heads of the princes I
name; the heads of Fingal, Oscar, and Gaul,
the heads of Diarmad, Caolt, and Carril; and
the heads of three hundred that follow each
chief, to be delivered me on to-morrow's morning,
as the forfeit of my father's death, or the vigorous
vengeance-dealing combat; and I ask no more.
I vow, though thy words are haughty, said
Caol, the beautiful and brave, that we shall fight
thee, great as thou art, and here check thy pride.
With the strong, undaunted, and fair formed Caol,
contended Dargo, the son of Druidin, fierce iu re-