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Seo agaibh stòiridh mun dà-shealladh, agus tha e fìor. Chuala mi e, air aithris ann an Gàidhlig, anns an Eilean Sgitheanach. Tha e co-cheangailte ri tubaist-adhair ann an naoi ceud deug, ceathrad ’s a còig (1945).

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Bha poileas stèidhichte ann an Ùig, ann an ceann a tuath an Eilein Sgitheanaich. ’S e Uibhisteach a bha ann. B’ e Ruairidh Dòmhnallach, no Ruairidh Mòr, ainm an duine. Chaidh e a dh’fhuireach ann an Ùig ann an naoi ceud deug, fichead ’s a sia (1926).

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Cha robh càr aig Ruairidh, dìreach motar-baidhsagal. Bha air leth measail air sealg. Gu tric, bha e air a mhotar-baidhg le raidhfil no gunna-froise air a dhruim. Bha e a’ sealg nan coineanach air Druim Thròndairnis.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Latha a bha seo, chaidh e gu Beinn Eadra. Bha e tràth san Fhaoilleach ann an naoi ceud deug, ceathrad ’s a còig (1945). Gu tric bha Ruairidh a’ toirt nan coineanach do dhaoine bochda. An turas seo, ge-tà, bha e a’ dol gan toirt do dh’Inspeactair nam Poileas ann am Port Rìgh.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Gu h-obann, bha brag tàirneanaich. Thàinig dealanaich agus clachan-meallain. Lorg Ruairidh fasgadh fo chreag. Bha gailleann ann. Fhad ’s a bha an stoirm a’ dol, dh’fhairich Ruairidh fuaim. Bha e mar gun robh cuideigin ag èigheachd, agus e ann an èiginn.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Nuair a shocraich a’ ghaoth, thug Ruairidh sùil gheur air feadh an àite. Ach cha do lorg e dad. Chaidh e a Phort Rìgh leis na coineanaich. Dh’inns e mar a thachair don inspeactair. Cha do rinn am fear eile cus dhen ghnothach. Ach bha dragh air Ruairidh.

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ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Dà mhìos an dèidh sin, dh’fhairich nighean Ruairidh fuaim coltach ri tàirneanaich. Bha e a’ tighinn bho thaobh Dhruim Thròndairnis. Goirid an dèidh sin chunnaic i a h-athair. Bha e a’ dol a Stafainn aig astar air a mhotar-baidhg. Bha itealan Ameireaganach – Flying Fortress – air bualadh ann am Beinn Eadra.

Here is a story about the second sight, and it’s true. I heard it, told in Gaelic, on the Isle of Skye. It’s connected to an air accident in 1945.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý There was a policeman based in Uig in the north of Skye. He was a Uist man. His name was Roderick MacDonald, or Big Roderick. He went to live in Uig in 1926.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Roderick didn’t have a car, only a motorbike. He was very keen on hunting. Often he was on his motorbike with a rifle or shotgun on his back. He was hunting the rabbits on the Trotternish Ridge.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý One day, he went to Beinn Eadra. It was early in January in 1945. Roderick was often giving the rabbits to poor people. This time, however, he was going to give them to the Inspector of Police in Portree.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Suddenly, there was a peal of thunder. Lightning and hailstones came. Roderick found shelter under a rock. There was a storm. While the storm was on, Roderick heard a noise. It was as if somebody in extremis was shouting.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý ÌýÌýWhen the wind subsided, Roderick had a good look all around. But he found nothing. He went to Portree with the rabbits. He told the inspector what had happened. The other man didn’t make much of the matter. But Roderick was upset.

ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý Two months later, Roderick’s daughter heard a noise like thunder. It was coming from the direction of the Trotternish Ridge. A little later she saw her father. He was going to Staffin at speed on his motorbike. An American plane – a Flying Fortress – had crashed into Beinn Eadra.