110 Wild Life in a Southern County. 
The carters, who have to spend some considerable 
time every day with their horses in the stable, still 
retain a large repertory of legendary ghost-lore. 
They know the exact spot in the lane where, at a 
certain hour of the night, the white spectre of a head- 
less horse, rushing past with incredible swiftness and 
without the sound of a hoof, brushes the very coat of 
the traveller, and immediately disappears in the dark- 
ness. Another lane is haunted by a white woman, 
whose spectre crosses it in front of the spectator and 
then appears behind him. If he turns his head or 
looks on one side in order to escape the sight of the 
apparition, it instantly crosses to that side. Indeed, 
no matter in which direction he glances, the flickering 
figure floats before him, till, making a run for it, he 
passes beyond the limits of the haunted ground. 
Near by the hollow, where the stream crosses the 
lane, is another spirit, but of an indefinite kind, that 
does not seem to take shape, but causes those who go 
past at the time when it has power to feel a mortal 
horror. A black dog may be seen in at least two 
different places: the wayfarer is suddenly surprised 
to find a gigantic animal of the deepest jet trotting by 
his side, or he sees a dark shadow detach itself from 
the bushes and take the form of a dog. The black 
dog has perhaps more vitality, and survives in more 
localities, than all the apparitions that in the olden 
times were sworn to by persons of the highest vera- 
city. They may still be heard of in many a nook and 
