e-dhuv_ that I don't
believe a word of."

"Another--what is that, Bandy?"

"O, bedad, sir," replied Bandy, "it's more than I could venture to tell
you here."

"Come, come--out with it."

Mrs. Lindsay went over with an inflamed face, and having ordered him
to go about his business, slapped down the window with great violence,
giving poor Bandy a look of wrath and intimidation that sealed his
lips upon the subject of the other tradition he alluded to. He was,
consequently, glad to escape from the threatening storm which he
saw brewing in her countenance, and, consequently, made a very hasty
retreat. Barney, who met him in the yard returning to fetch his pack
from the kitchen, noticed his perturbation, and asked him what was the
matter.

"May the Lord protect me from that woman's eye!" replied the pedler, "if
you'd 'a' seen the look she gave me when she thought I was goin' to tell
them the true story of the Shan-dhinne-dhuv."

"And why should she put a sword in her eye against you for that, Bandy?"
asked the other.

Bandy looked cautiously about him, and said in a whisper:

"Because it's connected with her family, and follows it."

He then proceeded to the kitchen, and having secured his pack, he made
as rapid a disappearance as possible from about the premises.

CHAPTER VII. A Council of Two

--Visit to Beech Grove.--The Herbalist

Woodward now amused himself by walking and riding about the country
and viewing its scenery, most of which he had forgotten during his long
absence from home. It was not at all singular in that dark state of
popular superstition and ignorance, that the shower of blood should,
somehow or another, be associated with him and his detested mother. Of
course, the association was vague, and the people knew not how to apply
it to their circumstances. As they believed, however, that Mrs. Lindsay
possessed the power of overlooking cattle, which was considered an evil
gift, and in some mysterious manner connected with the evil spirit, and
as they remembered--for superstition, like guilt, always possesses a
good memory--that even in his young days, when little more than a child,
her son Harry was remarkable for having eyes of a different color, from
which circumstance he was even then called _Harry na Suil Gloir_, they
naturally inferred that his appearance in the country boded nothing
good; that, of course, he had the Evil Eye, as every one whose eyes
differed, as his did, had; and