[From Manx Fairy Tales, 1911]
THERE was once a woman living near Glen Meay, and she was the wife of a decent, quiet, striving man, of the place. There was no one but herself and the man, and,. they had a nice little cottage and owned a bit of a croft on which they grazed a cow and a few sheep and grew enough potatoes to do them the winter out ; and the man had a yawl and went to the fishing when things were slack on land. But for all that they were not comfortable, for work ag hard as the man might at his farming and his fishing, he was kept as poor as Lazarus by a lazy wife.
For the woman was fonder of lying a-bed in the morning than sitting at her rnilking stool; indeed the neighbours had it to say that she wore out more blankets than shoes. Many a day her man would going out early as hungry as a hawk, without a bite or a sup in him. One morning when he came in from work for his work there was no fire-his wife was never up. Well,.my poor man had nothing for it but to get his own breakfast ready and go back to his work. When he came in for dinner it happened as it had happened for breakfast.
'Bad luck to her laziness,' he thought; this is coul comfort for 'a poor man, but I 'll play a trick on her for it.'
And with that he fetched a bart of straw and bunged the two windows of his house. Then he went back to his work.
The sun had not yet set when he came home in the evening. His wife was lying in bed waiting for day.
' Aw, woman,' he shouted, 'make haste ,'an' get up to see the sun rise in the wes'.'
Up jumped the wife and ran to the door just as the sun was going down, and the sight terrified her. The whole sky looked like fire, and she thought that the end of the world had come. But next morning it all happened as it had happened before, and himself said to her :
' Kirry, it's the Buggane, sure enough, that 'll be having thee one of these days if thou don't mend thy ways! '
'What Buggane ? ' said she.
' Ax me no questions,' said he, 'an' I'll tell thee no lies. But it's the big, black, hairy fellow that lies under the Spooyt Vooar that I 'm meanin'.'
' Aw, houl yer tongue, man; thou don't frecken me wi' thy Bugganes,' shouted the woman.
In the evening the man left the house to go out to the fishing. As soon as he* had gone the woman took a notion in her head to bake, as she had only the heel o' the loaf left for breakfast. Now, Themselves can't stand lazy ways, and baking after sunset is the one thing they won't abide. She who does so will meet their revenge-something is sure to be taken by them, but seldom worse than some of the live stock. Well, the woman set to work to bake some barley bread and flour cake. First, she went out to get gorse to put under the griddle, slipping the bolt on the door as she came in, that none of the neighbours would catch her and cry shame on her for baking after sunset. She got some meal out of the barrel and put it on the round table, and put salt and water on it, and then she kneaded the meal and clapped a cake out as thin as sixpence with her hands. But she was only a middling poor baker, one of the sort that has to use a knife to make the cake of a right round. She had turned the cake twice, and taken it off, and brushed the griddle with a white goose wing ready for the next cake which she was busy cutting round with her knife. just at that moment there was heard the sound of something heavy lumbering up to the door. After a few seconds SOMETHING fumbled at the sneg of the door, then SOMETHING knocked high up on the door, and a voice like the thick, gruff voice of a giant was heard saying, ' Open, open for me.' She made no answer. Again there was a loud knock and a big hoarse voice was heard which cried: 'Woman of the house, open for me.' Then the door burst open and behold ye, what should she see but a great, big ugly beast of a Buggane rushing in mad with rage. Without as much as a ' By your leave,' he made one grab at her, and clutched hold of her by her apron and swung her on his shoulder, and away with him. Before she knew where she was he rushed her across the fields and down the hill, till he brought her to the top of the Spooyt Vooar, the big waterfall of Glen Meay. As the Buggane tore down the hill, the woman felt the ground tremble under his feet, and the noise of the waterfall filled her ears. And, there in front of her, she saw the stream turn to white spray as it came leaping down the rocks. As the Buggane swung her in the air to throw her into the deep pool, she thought that het last hour had come. Then all at once she remembered the knife that she held in her hand! Quick as thought she cut the string of her apron and down she tumbled to the ground, rolling over and over down the hill.
And before he knew where he was the Buggane, with the speed he had on him, pitched forward head first down the rushing Spooyt Vooar. As he went head over heels and down to the bottom of the pool with a souse you 'd have heard half a Mile away, she heard him give a roar out of him :
Rumbyl, rumbyl, sambyl, I thought I had a lazy Dirt, And I have but the edge of her skirt.
And that was the last that was seen of that fellow !