Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

1 82 Fic'.ions of the lris]i Celts.
this neighbour of mine ? " "Oh, to be sure!" Jack
got on the fence, and passed through the bushes, but the
farmer was surprised at not subsequently hearing the
sound of his or her voice. He Avaited for about the space
of a minute, and then bade his servant climb the fence,
and see if Jack was about to return. The servant did as
he was told, and the master observed him look along the
inner side of the ditch^ now to the left, and then to the
right, and then straight before him, with a perjjlexed ex-
pression of face. The master sprung down, joined liis
servant, and found he had a long range of vision right
and left, and up the sloping side of the green- hill, and
no bushes or rocks to afford concealment. Neither Jack
nor the red-cloaked woman were in \iew. It was months
before the dpctor presented himself before his j^atron,
and even then his account of his disappearance was not
consistent in all its parts. Our informant was acquainted
with Pat Behan and Jack Anthony, and heard the former
relate the adventure.
Mrs. FitzPatrick, a native of Queen's County, has
furnished us with the next tale.
THE QUEEN'S COUNTY GHOST.
Squire Garret (let us say), whose seat lay near
Kilcavan, was not a pattern for faith or morals while
above mould, and afterwards caused considerable annoyance
to his surviving friends and dependents. No night
passed without the noises usual in such cases being