'Tis true there's Jerry Grant." "And who is Jerry Grant ?" "Did you never hear of him?
that's strange, the whole country is talking about him; he is a kind of outlaw rebel, or robber, all three, I daresay; there's a hundred pounds offered for his head." "And where does he live ?" "His proper home, they say, is in the Queen's County, where he has a band, but he is a strange fellow, fond of wandering about by himself amidst the bogs and mountains, and living in the old castles; occasionally he quarters himself in the peasants' houses, who let him do just what he pleases; he is free of his money, and often does them good turns, and can be good-humoured enough, so they don't dislike him.

Then he is what they call a fairy man, a person in league with fairies and spirits, and able to work much harm by supernatural means on which account they hold him in great awe; he is, moreover, a mighty strong and tall fellow.

Bagg has seen him." "Has he ?" "Yes! and felt him; he too is a strange one.

A few days ago he was told that Grant had been seen hovering about an old castle some two miles off in the bog; so one afternoon what does he do but, without saying a word to me--for which, by the bye, I ought to put him under arrest, though what I should do without Bagg I have no idea whatever--what does he do but walk off to the castle, intending, as I suppose, to pay a visit to Jerry.

He had some difficulty in getting there on account of the turf-holes in the bog, which he was not accustomed to; however, thither at last he got and went in.