Story entitled 'Sithichean Cnoc Na Connlaich' about a man who when passing between two hills in the middle of the night while carrying straw hears a voice calling him from one hill telling him to leave the fodder and a voice from the other hill telling him not to, 'A mhic Dhomhaill Ghlais cha'n fhag tu am fodar am fad agus a bhitheas uiread leat agus a tha na d'aghaidh agus fear/duine a bharrachd!' [Son of Gray Donald, don't leave the straw so long as there are as many for you as there are against you and a man more'.] This is how the hills became known as 'Cnuic na Connlaich'.