and the Nuckelavee
Until fairly recent times,
the Nuckelavee was extremely feared and, like many other
creature of Orcadian folklore, it was generally thought unsafe to mention the monster's
name for fear of attracting his attention.
you may have already read, the following is an allegedly true account of an encounter
with Nuckelavee recorded by the Orkney Folklorist Walter Traill Dennison:
"Tammas, like his namesake Tam o' Shanter,
was out late one night. It was, though moonless, a fine starlit night. Tammas's
road lay close by the seashore, and as he entered a part of the road that was
hemmed in on one side by the sea, and on the other by a deep freshwater loch,
he saw some huge object in front of, and moving towards him.
was he to do?
He was sure it was no earthly
thing that was steadily coming towards him. He could not go to either side, and
to turn his back to an evil thing, he had heard, was the most dangerous position
of all; so Tammie said to himself, "The Lord be aboot me, an tak care o me,
as I am oot on no evil intent this night!" Tammie was always regarded as
rough and foolhardy.
Anyway, he determined,
as the best of two evils, to face the foe, and so walked resolutely yet slowly
forward. He soon discovered to his horror that the gruesome creature approaching
him was no other than the dreaded Nuckelavee - the most cruel and malignant of
all uncanny beings that trouble mankind.
lower part of this terrible monster, as seen by Tammie, was like a great horse,
with flappers like fins about his legs, with a mouth as wide as a whales, from
which came breath like steam from a brewing-kettle. He had but one eye, and that
as red as fire.
On him sat, or rather seemed
to grow from his back, a huge man with no legs, and arms that reached nearly to
the ground. His head was as big as a clue of simmons*, and this huge head kept
rolling from one shoulder to the other as if it meant to tumble off.
what to Tammie appeared most horrible of all, was that the monster was skinless;
this utter want of skin adding much to the terrific appearance of the creatures
The whole surface of it showing
only red, raw flesh, in which Tammie saw blood, black as tar, running through
yellow veins, and great white sinews, thick as horse tethers, twisting, stretching,
and contracting, as the monster moved. Tammie went slowly on in mortal terror,
his hair on end, a cold sensation like a film of ice between his scalp and his
skull, and a cold sweat bursting from every pore.
he knew it was useless to flee, and he said, if he had to die, he would rather
see who killed him than die with his back to the foe.
all his terror Tammie remembered what he had heard of Nuckelavee's dislike of
fresh water, and, therefore, took that side of the road nearest to the loch. The
awful moment came when the lower head of the monster got abreast of Tammie.
mouth of the monster yawned like a bottomless pit.
found its hot breath like fire on his face; the long arms were stretched out to
seize the unhappy man. To avoid, if possible, the monsters clutch Tammie swerved
as near as he could to the loch; in doing so one of his feet went into the loch,
splashing up some water on the foreleg of the monster, whereat the horse gave
a snort like thunder and shied over to the other side of the road, and Tammie
felt the wind of Nuckelavee's clutches as he narrowly escaped the monsters grip.
Tammie saw his opportunity, and ran with
all his might; and sore need had he to run, for Nuckelavee had turned and was
galloping after him, and bellowing with a sound like the roaring of the sea.
front of Tammie lay a rivulet, through which the surplus water of the loch found
its way to the sea, and Tammie knew, if he could only cross the running water,
he was safe; so he strained every nerve.
he reached the near bank another clutch was made at him by the long arms. Tammie
made a desperate spring and reached the other side, leaving his bonnet in the
Nuckelavee gave a wild
unearthly yell of disappointed rage as Tammie fell senseless on the safe side
of the water."