Well, we sat down in the cursed cabin, much against my wishes, but he would rest nowhere else--mark that--so while we were helpin' ourselves to the ham and brandy, I up and tould him the history of Bet Harramount from a to izzard.

'Well,' said he, 'to show you how little I care about her, and that I set her at defiance, I'll toss every atom of her beggarly furniture out of the door;' and so he did--but by dad I thought he done it in a jokin' way, as much as to say, I can take the liberty where another can't.

I knew, becoorse, he was wrong; but that makes no maxim--I'll go on wid my story.

On our way home we came to the green fields that lie on this side of the haunted house; a portion of it, on a risin' ground, is covered with furz.

Now listen--when we came to it he stood; 'Barney,' says he, 'there's a hare here; give me the dogs, Sambo and Snail; they'll have sich a hunt as they never had yet, and never will have agin.' "He then closed his eyes, raised his left foot, and dhrew it back three times in the divil's name, pronounced some words that I couldn't understand, and then said to me, 'Now, Barney, go down to that withered furze, and as you go, always keep your left foot foremost; cough three times, then kick the furze with your left foot, and maybe you'll see an old friend o' yours.' "Well, I did so, and troth I thought there was somethin' over me when I did it; but--what 'ud you think ?--out starts a white hare, and off went Sambo and Snail after her, full butt.