no eye was upon her. Afther this, of coorse, she
disappeared, for, to tell you the truth, the town became too hot
for her; and, indeed, this is not surprisin'. Two or three of the
neighborin' women miscarried, and several people lost their cattle after
she came to the town; and to make a long story short, just as it was
made up to throw her into the parson's pond, she disappeared, as I said,
exactly as if she had known their intention: and becoorse she did."

"And did they ever find out where she went to?"

"Have patience, sir, for patience, they say, is a virtue. About a month
afterwards some of the townspeople came up to the mountains here, to
hunt hares, just as we did. Several of them before this had seen a
white hare near the very spot we're sittin' in, but sorra dog of any
description, either hound, greyhound, or lurcher could blow wind in her
tail; even a pair of the Irish bloodhounds were brought, and when they
came on her, she flew from them like the wind, I and laughed at them,
becoorse. Well, sir, the whole country was in a terrible state of alarm
about the white hare, for every one knew, of coorse, that she was a
witch; and as the cows began, here and there, to fail in their milk,
why, it was a clear case that she sucked them in ordher to supply some
imp of the devil that sucked herself. At that time there was a priest
in this parish, a very pious man by name Father McFeen; and as he liked,
now and then, to have a dish of hare soup, he kept a famous greyhound,
called Koolawn, that was never said to miss a hare by any chance. As I
said, some of the townspeople came up here to have a hunt, and as they
wished, above all things, to bring the priest's greyhound and the white
hare together, they asked the loan of him from his reverence, telling
him, at the same time, what they wanted him for. Father McFeen was very
proud of his dog, and good right he had, and tould them they should have
him with pleasure.

"'But, as he's goin' to try his speed against a witch,' said he, 'I'll
venture to say that you'll have as pretty a run as ever was seen on the
hills.'

"Well, sir, at all events, off they set to the mountains; and sure
enough, they weren't long there when they had the best of sport, but no
white hare came in their way. Koolawn, however, was kept in the slip the
whole day, in the hope of their startin' her, for they didn't wish to
have him tired if they should come across her. At last, it was gettin'
late, a