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A Walk in the Past: The Devil's Cradle

A long time ago, not far from old Hillfoot House in Dollar, was a glen called Burngrens, where there was a small stream, and a large number of tall trees. Many of these were felled to be used in homes as firewood or in the construction of barns, but strong saplings were growing in their place. In this glen there was a large stone that had been formed in the shape of a baby’s cradle. It was believed by the superstitious locals that every Hallowe'en night, the stone was raised from its place and suspended in the air by some unseen force. Old Sandy, as the Devil was sometimes known in Scotland, was said to sit on it, and was swung back and forth by his followers, the witches, until daylight came when they had to leave. One Halloween night a young man, who had been drinking with his friends, boasted in front them that he would visit the stone alone. Taking a bottle of whisky to give him some Dutch courage, he soon set out. The stone was not too far away so he reached his destination quickly. After a good gulp of whisky, he sat down on the cradle shaped stone and determined to dispute the rightful ownership, should the Devil appear, and claim this as his seat. Every rustle of a leaf, as the wind whistled through the glen, seemed to the young man that it was the Devil approaching, so he had a few more gulps of ‘John Barleycorn.’ However, due to the amount he drank, he fell asleep on the stone. His friends, who had followed him, approached the sleeping man. Shouting and making loud noises, they grabbed him, and carried him, half-awake, to the burn. They dipped him in it repeatedly, and every time he was immersed in the water, they would yell loudly. The young man, in his drunken and sleepy state, and thinking a whole legion of devils were surrounding him, was frightened almost to death, and screamed for mercy so pitifully that his friends soon stopped their mischief. No sooner had the young man got to his feet that he rushed off up the glen and ran home, resolving never to drink ever again, or attempt to toy with the Devil. For a long time, he did not know that it was his friends who had tormented him.