Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

Witchcraft, Sorcery, G/iosts, and Fetches. i8i
raheen is or was occupied by a patch of green turf; and
when they came to its edge, the white figure stood still,
while a portion of the shaft of the car on that side
seemed to pass through her. Gill, observing this, drew
the beast at once to the other side, crying in a voice
made tremulous by terror, " By your leave, ma'am !
On went horse and car, the edges of the load preventing
him from seeing the white form. Having advanced two
or three yards, he looked back, fearing to see a mangled
body on the road behind him, but he saw, instead, the
white appearance standing in the centre of the plot of
grass, her hand seeming to shade her eyes, as she looked
earnestly after him. Terrified as he was, he never turned
his gaze till a bend in the road cut off the view.
The neighbourhood of Borraheen, Baltracy, and Rath-
coffey was blessed, or the contrary, in times past, by
a fortune-teller and charm-concocter, Molly Anthony by
name. So unedifying was her life and conversation, that
the priest refused to have any religious services per-
formed for her after death. She left a son, who had
acquired some skill in curing cattle by herbs, and did
not pretend to any supernatural gifts. A farmer, Pat
Behan, at whose house he had remained about a fortnight,
and who was well pleased with his performances, was
passing near the green hills in his jaunting car, accom-
panied by Jack Anthony, the doctor, when, on a sudden,
an old woman in a red cloak appeared to them between
the bushes on the road-fence, and cried, " Jack, it's time
for you to come." " Sir," said Jack to his patron, " will
you excuse me for a minute, while I go to say a word to
"