e female, squatted upon the ground,
somewhat like a hare in her form, sat with the candle in her hand, which
she held up in the direction of his face, whilst her eyes were riveted
on him with a look of earnest and solemn inquiry.

"Well," she at length said, "did your journey end, as I tould you it
would, in nothing? And yet, God presarve me, you look--eh!--what has
happened?--you look like one that was terrified, sure enough. Tell me,
at wanst, did the dhrame come out thrue?"

"I'll not have a light heart this many a day," he replied; "let no one
say there's not a Providence above us to bring murdher to light."

"God of glory be about us!" she exclaimed, interrupting him; "something
has happened! Your looks would frighten one, an' your voice isn't like
the voice of a livin' man. Tell me--and yet, for all so curious as I
feel, I'm thremblin' this minute--but tell me, did the dhrame come out
thrue, I say?"

"The dhrame came out thrue," he replied, solemnly. "I know where the
tobaccy box is that he had about him; the same that transported my poor
uncle, or that was partly the means of doin' it."

The woman crossed herself, muttered a short ejaculatory prayer, and
again gathered her whole features into an expression of mingled awe and
curiosity.

"Did you go to the place you dhramed of?" she asked.

"I went to the Grey Stone," he replied, "an' offered up a prayer for his
sowl, afther puttin' my right hand upon it in his name, jist as I did on
yesterday; afther I got an account of the tobaccy box, I heard a groan
at the spot--as heaven's above me, I did."

"Savior of earth, _gluntho shin!_"

"But that wasn't all. On my way home, I heard, as I was passin' the ould
trees at the Rabbit Bank, things that I can't find words to tell you
of."

"Well acushla, glory be to God for everything! it's all his will,
blessed be his name! What did you hear, avick?--but wait till I throw a
drop o' the holy wather that I have hangin' in the little bottle at the
bed-post upon us."

She rose whilst speaking and getting the bottle alluded to, sprinkled
both herself and him, after which she hung it up again in its former
position.

"There, now, nothin' harmful, at any rate, can come near us afther that,
blessed be his name. Well, what did you hear comin' home?--I mean at
the Rabbit Bank. Wurrah," she added, shuddering, "but it's it that's the
lonely spot after night! What was it, dear?"

"Indeed, I can scarcely tell you--sich gro