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.
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