Barney's hair stood erect upon his head, and he looked aghast.
"Well, Masther Harry," said he, "I'm but a poor man, and I wouldn't take
the wealth of the parish and do that. Come away, sir; let us lave it; as
I tould you, they say there's a curse upon it, and upon every one that
makes or meddles wid it. Some people say it's to stand there till the
day of judgment."
Having now refreshed themselves, they left Bet Harramont's cabin, with
all its awful associations, behind them, and resumed their sport, which
they continued until evening, when, having killed as many hares as
they could readily carry, they took a short cut home through the lower
fields. By this way they came upon a long, green hill, covered in some
places with short furze, and commanding a full view of the haunted
house, which lay some four or five hundred yards below them, with its
back door lying, as usual, open.
"Let us beat these furze," said Woodward, "and have one run more, if we
can, before getting home; it is just the place for a hare."
"With all my heart," replied Barney; "another will complete the half
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