Within the parish of Dollar, you will find Burngrens Glen with a small stream passing through. Within the glen you will find a large stone, shaped just like a cradle. It is believed by those who are superstitious in the town that every Hallowe'en, this stone becomes a place of gathering for those not of good spirit.
Each Hallowe'en it is said that this cradle can be seen swing back and forth in mid-air with nothing holding it there. Seated snuggly on the cradle is “Old Sandy” enjoying being swung back and forth by his witch followers. All night they spend with “Old Sandy” until sunrise sends them on their way, not to be seen until next Hallowe'en night.
A young gent, having drank a bit too much of the old “Dutch Courage”, told all his friends that he was brave enough to visit the “De'il's Cradle” all alone. Ensuring he took some dutch courage with him to keep his courage strong, he then set out on his short walk to Burngrens Glen. After a large swig to strengthen his courage once more, he sat himself down upon the cradle determined he would demand possession of it should “Auld Nick” himself appear to claim ownership.
With each noise within the glen, the rustling of leaves, the moaning of the wind, he thought was the sounds of an approaching “Auld Nick”, so to keep his courage high he would have another wee swig of the dutch courage. Long he sat intently listening to those sounds of “Auld Nick” approaching, stocking up his courage until finally he fell asleep. Then the dreaming began of “Auld Nick” and his “rigwuddie hags”. Unknown to him his friends had followed him into the glen and now they broke their cover. With much hollering and screaming they grabbed his head and feet and carried him half-awake to the nearby stream. With terrible screams and yells they repeatedly dipped the poor gent in the stream.
Now the poor gents mind, all the worse for the dutch courage, was frightened to near his death. For to the gent's thinking, a mass of devils were trying to drown him, so he roared for mercy in such a piteous way that his friends thought it best to stop. On finding his feet the poor gent rushed up the glen and back to his home, resolving to never repeat that night's actions, ensuring he stayed clear of his once friend, Dutch Courage.
Now many a year the secret was kept of who his “devils” really were.