“Ive heard this story about a man called Somhairle MacDonald. He lived on the mainland. He was rich a rich man, he had all the money he needed. And he used to go out shooting. This day he had been shooting in the hills and he was coming home towards nightfall, and he sat down on the side of a knoll for a rest. And there wasn’t a breath of wind. What should he see but a wreath of mist coming over the top of the mountain facing him across the glen.
He had never seen mist move as fast as that, and this really astonished him when it was so calm. He thought it must be something unnatural. He had heard that shot would never harm an evil thing, so he went and put sixpence in his gun. And the mist was coming within range, and he could see a black shadow in the middle of the wreath of mist. And he fired of a shot at it and the shot went of and the mist…………
Story performed by Angus MacLellan in A.J. Bruford and D.A. McDonald (ed.) ‘Scottish Traditional Tales,’ Edinburgh, 1994.