chair, for it was
an unlucky one. I asked him why? He answered, because there was a dead
man in the chair next to me. "Well," said I, "if it be in the next
chair, I may keep my own. But what is the likeness of the man?" He said
he was a tall man, with a long grey coat, booted, and one of his legs
hanging over the arm of the chair, and his head hanging dead to the other
side, and his arm backward, as if it was broken. There were some English
troops then quartered near that place, and there being at that time a
great frost after a thaw, the country was covered all over with ice. Four
or five of the English riding by this house some two hours after the
vision, while we were sitting by the fire, we heard a great noise, which
proved to be those troopers, with the help of other servants, carrying in
one of their number, who had got a very mischievous fall, and had his arm
broke; and falling frequently in swooning fits, they brought him into the
hall, and set him in the very chair, and in the very posture that the
seer had prophesied. But the man did not die, though he recovered with
great difficulty.

Among the accounts given me by Sir Normand M'Loud, there was one worthy
of special notice, which was thus:--There was a gentleman in the Isle of
Harris, who was always seen by the seers with an arrow in his thigh. Such
in the Isle who thought those prognostications infallible, did not doubt
but he would be shot in the thigh before he died. Sir Normand told me
that he heard it the subject of their discourse for many years. At last
he died without any such accident. Sir Normand was at his burial at St.
Clement's Church in the Harris. At the same time the corpse of another
gentleman was brought to be buried in the same very church. The friends
on either side came to debate who should first enter the church, and, in
a trice, from words they came to blows. One of the number (who was armed
with bow and arrows) let one fly among them. (Now every family in that
Isle have their burial-place in the Church in stone chests, and the
bodies are carried in open biers to the burial-place.) Sir Normand
having appeased the tumult, one of the arrows was found shot in the dead
man's thigh. To this Sir Normand was a witness.

In the account which Mr. Daniel Morison, parson in the Lewis, gave me,
there was one, though it be heterogeneous from the subject, yet it may be
worth your notice. It was of a young woman in this parish, who