to be in, as it belanged to the Red Etin, who was a very terrible beast, wi’ three heads, that spared no living man he could get hold of.  The young man would have gone away, but he was afraid of the beasts on the outside of the castle; so he beseeched the old woman to conceal him as well as she could, and not to tell the Etin that he was there.  He thought, if he could put over the night, he might get away in the morning without meeting wi’ the beasts, and so escape.  But he had not been long in his hidy-hole before the awful Etin came in; and nae sooner was he in than he was heard crying: 

  “Snouk but and snouk ben,
  I find the smell of an earthly man;
  Be he living, or be he dead,
  His heart this night shall kitchen[1] my bread.”

[1] “Kitchen,” that is, “season.”

The monster soon found the poor young man, and pulled him from his hole.  And when he had got him out he told him that if he could answer him three questions his life should be spared.  The first was:  Whether Ireland or Scotland was first inhabited?  The second was:  Whether man was made for woman, or woman for man?  The third was:  Whether men or brutes were made first?  The lad not being able to answer one of these questions, the Red Etin took a mace and knocked him on the head, and turned him into a pillar of stone.

On the morning after this happened the younger brither took out the knife to look at it, and he was grieved to find it a’ brown wi’ rust.  He told his mother that the time was now come for him to go away upon his travels also; so she requested him to take the can to the well for water, that she might bake a cake for him.  The can being broken, he brought hame as little water as the other had done, and the cake was as little.  She asked whether he would have the hale cake wi’ her malison, or the half wi’ her blessing; and, like his brither, he thought it best to have the hale cake, come o’ the malison what might.  So he gaed away; and everything happened to him that had happened to his brother!

The other widow and her son heard of a’ that had happened frae a fairy, and the young man determined that he would also go upon his travels, and see if he could do anything to relieve his twa friends.  So his mother gave him a can to go to the well and bring home water, that she might bake him a cake for his journey.  And he gaed, and as he was bringing hame the water, a raven owre abune his head cried to him to look, and he would see that the water was running out.  And he was a young man of sense, and seeing the water running out, he took some clay and patched up the holes, so that he brought home enough water to bake a large cake.  When his mother put it to him to take the half-cake wi’ her blessing, he took it in preference to having the hale wi’ her malison; and yet the half was bigger than what the other lads had got a’thegither.