CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| Thomas the Rhymer | [1] |
| Gold-Tree and Silver-Tree | [17] |
| Whippety-Stourie | [33] |
| The Red-Etin | [42] |
| The Seal Catcher and the Merman | [58] |
| The Page-boy and the Silver Goblet | [67] |
| The Black Bull of Norroway | [74] |
| The Wee Bannock | [93] |
| The Elfin Knight | [101] |
| What to say to the New Mune | [114] |
| Habetrot the Spinstress | [115] |
| Nippit Fit and Clippit Fit | [130] |
| The Fairies of Merlin's Crag | [136] |
| The Wedding of Robin Redbreast and Jenny Wren | [144] |
| The Dwarfie Stone | [150] |
| Canonbie Dick and Thomas of Ercildoune | [169] |
| The Laird o' Co' | [179] |
| Poussie Baudrons | [186] |
| The Milk-white Doo | [188] |
| The Draiglin' Hogney | [196] |
| The Brownie o' Ferne-Den | [204] |
| The Witch of Fife | [211] |
| Assipattle and the Mester Stoorworm | [221] |
| The Fox and the Wolf | [245] |
| Katherine Crackernuts | [253] |
| Times to Sneeze | [268] |
| The Well o' the World's End | [272] |
| Farquhar MacNeill | [277] |
| Peerifool | [284] |
| Birthdays | [298] |
| [Glossary and Footnotes] |
THOMAS THE RHYMER
Of all the young gallants in Scotland in the thirteenth century, there was none more gracious and debonair than Thomas Learmont, Laird of the Castle of Ercildoune, in Berwickshire.
He loved books, poetry, and music, which were uncommon tastes in those days; and, above all, he loved to study nature, and to watch the habits of the beasts and birds that made their abode in the fields and woods round about his home.
Now it chanced that, one sunny May morning, Thomas left his Tower of Ercildoune, and went wandering into the woods that lay about the Huntly Burn, a little stream that came rushing down from the slopes of the Eildon Hills. It was a lovely morning—fresh, and bright, and warm, and everything was so beautiful that it looked as Paradise might look.
The tender leaves were bursting out of their sheaths, and covering all the trees with a fresh soft mantle of green; and amongst the carpet of moss under the young man's feet, yellow primroses and starry anemones were turning up their faces to the morning sky.