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Page 43 - Dan Angus Beaton: a Gaelic Tale

Published by Ronald Caplan on 1986/8/1 (410 reads)

cha robh e fad's am bith gus an robh e na dhuine. An deidh dha sgoil fhagail, chaidh e sheoladh--'se soithichean siuil a bh'ann uile an uair ud. Cha robh e fad sam bith gus an d'fhuair e bhi na chaiptean, a' seoladh bho eilein gu eilein, bho aite gu aite. Bha da sheann duine comh' ris air an t- soitheach air an robh e agus bha e seoladh gu ruige Eilein Leodhais, na gu bith caite'n robh e dol agus rug stoirm uamhas? ach orra mu dhorchadh na h-oidhche. Agus thuirt e ris an fheadhainn a bha comh' ris, "Feumaidh sinn a dhol astigh gu acar- said an seo--chan urainn dhuinn cuir suas ris an stoirm." "0," thuirt an seann duine ris, "na teid astigh an sin idir, idir, id? ir, ni sinn an ath acarsaid dheth." "Car? son?" ars esan. "Mas urainn dhuit, na teid astigh an sin idir, 's fhearr dhuit an ath acarsaid a dheanamh dheth." '"Is mise cean- nard an t-soithich, 's tha mi dol astigh." Se sin a bh'ann--chaidh iad astigh. Bha e gu math dorcha agus leig iad sios an acair an seo. Cha robh iad ach air an acair a leagail sios dar a chual e bhi 'g eughach air. Thionndaidh e 's thuirt e ri luchd a bhata, "Co fo'n Ni tha 'g eughachd ormsa, neo CO aig tha fios gur mise thainig a- stigh an seo?" Thionndaidh an seann fhear agus dh'innis e dha, "Tha'n guth sin anns a' chladh air a bhi 'g eughachd ortsa bho chionn da cheud bliadhna mun do rugadh tu riamh." "Ma tha sin mar sin," thuirt esan, "can urainn nach eil feum mor aig orm. Thig GAELIC

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