Red and Strong Is the Blood

THE HARP OF THE GAEL. GAELIC MOD PRIZE POEM. BY REV. DUGALD MACECHERN, B. D. (Translated by Author.) HARP of my own dear country, Trembling against my bosom, Sweeter to me are thy strains Than all of the wide world’s music, Shapely thy curving neck Like the wild swan afloat on the ocean, Gleaming thy sun-bright strings, Like […]

The Whole Illand is Church Land

Icollumkill, antiently called Iona, lays from Colle to the south and south-east about thirty-six myils of sea, and is distant from the south end of Mulle about one myil of sea. It is two myills in lenth, and almost from east to west, and one mile in bredth. It is very fertill; commodious for fishing […]