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The Death Bree






Source: Folk-lore And Legends Scotland

There was once a woman, who lived in the Camp-del-more of Strathavon,
whose cattle were seized with a murrain, or some such fell disease, which
ravaged the neighbourhood at the time, carrying off great numbers of them
daily. All the forlorn fires and hallowed waters failed of their
customary effects; and she was at length told by the wise people, whom
she consulted on the occasion, that it was evidently the effect of some
infernal agency, the power of which could not be destroyed by any other
means than the never-failing specific--the juice of a dead head from the
churchyard,--a nostrum certainly very difficult to be procured,
considering that the head must needs be abstracted from the grave at the
hour of midnight. Being, however, a woman of a stout heart and strong
faith, native feelings of delicacy towards the sanctuary of the dead had
more weight than had fear in restraining her for some time from resorting
to this desperate remedy. At length, seeing that her stock would soon be
annihilated by the destructive career of the disease, the wife of Camp-
del-more resolved to put the experiment in practice, whatever the result
might be. Accordingly, having with considerable difficulty engaged a
neighbouring woman as her companion in this hazardous expedition, they
set out a little before midnight for the parish churchyard, distant about
a mile and a half from her residence, to execute her determination. On
arriving at the churchyard her companion, whose courage was not so
notable, appalled by the gloomy prospect before her, refused to enter
among the habitations of the dead. She, however, agreed to remain at the
gate till her friend's business was accomplished. This circumstance,
however, did not stagger the wife's resolution. She, with the greatest
coolness and intrepidity, proceeded towards what she supposed an old
grave, took down her spade, and commenced her operations. After a good
deal of toil she arrived at the object of her labour. Raising the first
head, or rather skull, that came in her way, she was about to make it her
own property, when a hollow, wild, sepulchral voice exclaimed, "That is
my head; let it alone!" Not wishing to dispute the claimant's title to
this head, and supposing she could be otherwise provided, she very good-
naturedly returned it and took up another. "That is my father's head,"
bellowed the same voice. Wishing, if possible, to avoid disputes, the
wife of Camp-del-more took up another head, when the same voice instantly
started a claim to it as his grandfather's head. "Well," replied the
wife, nettled at her disappointments, "although it were your
grandmother's head, you shan't get it till I am done with it." "What do
you say, you limmer?" says the ghost, starting up in his awry
habiliments. "What do you say, you limmer?" repeated he in a great rage.
"By the great oath, you had better leave my grandfather's head." Upon
matters coming this length, the wily wife of Camp-del-more thought it
proper to assume a more conciliatory aspect. Telling the claimant the
whole particulars of the predicament in which she was placed, she
promised faithfully that if his honour would only allow her to carry off
his grandfather's skull or head in a peaceable manner, she would restore
it again when done with. Here, after some communing, they came to an
understanding; and she was allowed to take the head along with her, on
condition that she should restore it before cock-crowing, under the
heaviest penalties.

On coming out of the churchyard and looking for her companion, she had
the mortification to find her "without a mouthful of breath in her body";
for, on hearing the dispute between her friend and the guardian of the
grave, and suspecting much that she was likely to share the unpleasant
punishments with which he threatened her friend, at the bare recital of
them she fell down in a faint, from which it was no easy matter to
recover her. This proved no small inconvenience to Camp-del-more's wife,
as there were not above two hours to elapse ere she had to return the
head according to the terms of her agreement. Taking her friend upon her
back, she carried her up a steep acclivity to the nearest adjoining
house, where she left her for the night; then repaired home with the
utmost speed, made dead bree of the head ere the appointed time had
expired, restored the skull to its guardian, and placed the grave in its
former condition. It is needless to add that, as a reward for her
exemplary courage, the "bree" had its desired effect. The cattle
speedily recovered, and, so long as she retained any of it, all sorts of
diseases were of short duration.






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