376 A MORNING AT BALLYSHANNON. 



the passage, came a second troop, which, 

 alarmed hy the shots that had been fired at 

 her, had turned out from Ballyshannon. She 

 wheeled her horse, set him full at the river, 

 at that narrow rush of waters which, after 

 her, is called Kathleen's Fall to this very 

 day, and cleared it at a bound/ • 



"Whew!" said the Squire; "fifteen 

 yards at the very least!" 



" You may see the hoof-prints where the 

 horse lighted on the hard rock to this verv 

 day," said the Parson warmly, for he did 

 not like sceptics, and half believed himself 

 the tales he told. 



" Well, they have not such horses as that 

 in our degenerate days," said the Captain. 



" And thev have not such ladies as that 

 in our degenerate days," said the Parson. 

 " I have found them always a good deal 

 more ready to run after those confounded 

 soldiers than away from them." 



The Squire was evidently meditating a 

 wicked repartee ; but what it was will be for 

 ever lost to posterity, for his rod at that mo- 

 ment was twitched from his shoulder and 

 nearly wrenched out of his hand by a violent 

 jerk at the line. 



