The Changeling

a story from Dumfriesshire


image of bridge in dumfries



Tuesday, June 9, 2009   7:00 am
Dear Journal,

I was right — this does feel like home!  Generations of my ancestors have lived here in Dumfries, a charming town in the southern Lowlands, and this place is filled with their history like the mist that lingers in the morning.

I should tell you about the lovely people I'm staying with.  I've heard of my dad's brother and his family all my life, but I'd never actually met them until now.  Uncle Rory and Aunt Kate have been so sweet and welcoming, and I couldn't have asked for better company in my wanderings than my cousins, Charlotte and Ellie.

The scenery of Dumfries and Galloway, the southernmost region in Scotland, is much more varied than I expected!  It's very picturesque, however: green fields dotted with sheep, forested rolling hills, wide, rushing rivers, and miles of breathtaking ocean views.  Already I've taken several walks through the countryside, visited some weathered castles, and, above all, spent time in Dumfries with my relatives, getting to know both them and this place. 

My favorite thing so far, however, has been meeting my grandfather, Jamie Ferguson, the only one of my grandparents still living.  I'm really excited — today he's going to show me some of his favorite places in the area.  I'm sure he'll have many stories and insights to share!

Well, I'd better be going — judging by the delicious odors wafting through my door, breakfast is on the table.

Maggie


image of rainbow in dumfriesshire



Wednesday, June 10, 2009   3:45 am

Dear Journal,

Since I doubt I'll be able to go back to sleep, I'll go ahead and tell you about yesterday. 

Grandpa Jamie and I had a wonderful time together.  I feel like I learned so much from him in such a short time!  He showed me many places and things, meaningful to our family, that I hope I will always remember.

It was a gorgeous day — sunny and even warm.  However, the weather is always changing here, and near suppertime the clouds rolled in.  After supper at Uncle Rory and Aunt Kate's, we gathered in the living room for an evening of music and stories.  Grandpa got out his fiddle and played along with the sound of the rain, and my cousins sang a lovely duet — an old Lowland ballad, I think. 

Then, my uncle asked Grandpa to tell the story of the changeling.  My grandfather leaned forward in his chair and, with a low, crackling voice, began to tell his tale.

He told of a young wife who had given birth to a beautiful baby boy.  However, one night, before the child was to be christened, he started screaming horribly and making such a fuss that the parents and their servant girl hardly recognized him.  It wasn't long before they suspected the awful truth:  Perhaps this was not their real son.  Perhaps he had been replaced... by a changeling!

A changeling.  It wasn't unheard of.  In fact, the fairies were known to steal an unchristened child from time to time, replacing them with an imp of their own, perhaps, or a block of wood, or even a devil, God forbid.  But in each case, the replacement was carefully crafted to look enough like a baby to fool the parents.

Soon, the baby itself proved their suspicions true.  The servant girl, worn out from taking care of the wailing child while the parents were gone, lamented about the work that she would have been able to complete if not for the grotesque figure clinging to her neck.  To her surprise, the "baby" responded!  He climbed out of her lap and told her that he would take care of all her work. And this he did, while the servant girl was left idle in the house, very much alarmed.

When the parents came home, the servant girl told them what had happened.  After some thought, they came up with a plan.  That night, they sealed off the windows, the door and the chimney, and fanned the fire until the flames grew high and the smoke began to roll through the room.  Quickly, the servant girl took hold of the changeling and threw it in the flames. 

For a minute, all was silent.  Then, suddenly, the house was beset by the most terrifying noises, as though the devils of hell had come upon them!  The windows shook as in an earthquake, and there was pounding upon the door and shrieks from atop the chimney.  The parents and the servant girl huddled, praying, in the middle of the room.  Finally, the girl, mustering her courage, called out with a loud voice, demanding the fairies to give them back the real baby.  With this, one of the windows flew open with a bang.  Then the fire blew out, leaving them in silent darkness. 

When the servant girl and the father were finally able to get the fire going again, there was the real son, asleep and content in his mother's arms.  The changeling was nowhere to be found.

Here's the crazy part: Grandpa said that the parents had the child christened the next day, and guess what his name was?  James Ferguson.  The baby was my great-great-grandfather!

I'm not sure I completely believe this story, but everyone else seems to take it seriously.  Regardless, it affected me enough that when I woke up an hour ago to the windows rattling from thunder and the sky afire with lightning, my first thought was that the fairies were going to get me!  As silly as it sounds, it was rather terrifying at the time.  Especially since there's a chance the story could be true....

The storm is still raging on, but I think I've calmed down enough to try and go back to sleep.  Hopefully in the morning I'll have a better perspective on all this.

Maggie



image of cottage near dumfries



Author's Note

No storybook of Scottish tales would be complete without a story about fairies.  Changeling stories in particular are very common throughout Scotland, where folklore and beliefs about fairies are deep-rooted and widespread.  Some tales portray fairies as being good-natured, though perhaps a little fond of trickery; however, in other tales, such as this and most other changeling stories, the fairies are anything but benign.  In a later story I will retell a tale about the sea fairies.  However, the sea fairies are very different from their land counterparts, and are perhaps not quite as central in Scottish folklore as a whole, or at least in the folklore of the southern Lowlands.  In this case, a changeling story seemed like it would be the most fitting as an example of the kinds of fairy myths found in Dumfries and Galloway. 

This particular changeling story was originally set either in or near Caerlaverock, a castle several miles away from Dumfries.  To me, however, the imagery in the story suggests a cottage such as the one pictured above.  I did not change the original story in my retelling, save for a few minor details:  The original story describes in greater detail the remarkably quick and otherworldly manner in which the changeling goes about the servant girl's work.  It also credits the servant girl with coming up with the plan to retrieve the real baby.  When the changeling is thrown on the fire, in the original story it starts to scream, whereas in my version there is a minute of silence.  Additionally, instead of the changeling simply disappearing without a trace, in the original story its screams turn into laughs and everyone watches as it escapes through the chimney.



Bibliography:  "The Changeling" by Thomas Keightley, from The Fairy Mythology (1870).  Web Source:  Sacred Texts Archive

Image 1:  Le Jour ni l'Heure : vieux pont sur la Nith à Dumfries, Dumfries & Galloway, Écosse, samedi 23 août 2008, 11:33:38.  Photo by Renaud Camus.  Web Source:  Renaud Camus' Flickr Photostream

Image 2:  Rainbow Over Nithside.  Photo by coneheadkeef.  Web Source:  coneheadkeef's Flickr Photostream

Image 3:  The Cruck Cottage, Torthorwald, Dumfries.  Web Source:  The Cruck Cottage Website





Coverpage  -  Introduction  -  The Changeling  -  The King of Lochlin's Three Daughters  -  Gioga's Son  -  Andrew Lammie




 
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