MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 105 



I says, ' who are you ?' Up laped the ghost r 

 for ghost it was, wid the ugly scowl of Donogh 

 Dhuv on its face ; and at the moment I lost 

 my sinses, until I recovered, when I found 

 myself in the kitchen. I'm not the same man 

 since, Master Will, an' never expect to be ; for 

 to my dyin' day I never can put out of my 

 head the thoughts of the sperrit of Donogh, 

 who came be his end without clargy or sacra- 

 ment." 



After the story, Molly, Jack, and Tim took 

 their departure, Tim receiving orders from my 

 uncle to be in readiness next morning with 

 Jack to help us in beating, if the day were 

 favourable for sport. 



The weather was better the following morn- 

 ing. As the previous night had been so 

 wet we agreed to try the heather first for 

 the snipe. Although we found the birds a 

 little wild, we had capital sport ; and by twelve 

 o'clock (having commenced at ten) we need 

 not have been ashamed to turn out our bags 

 before Colonel Hawker himself. After this we 

 made a detour of the bogs, and got a couple 

 of hares and four brace of wild duck. We 



