Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-23

on all other sides the landscape lay glow
ing in August sunshine.
my daddy's boats lost! He'll b.
drownedr' said the child, returning t,
Betty's side, and beginning to cry.
"'Nae candle at his head
Nae priest beside his bed'"
The awfulness of the partial storm
had struck others besides little Eileen
Three or four people in the village stree
had seen the Tough become dashed int
fury in moment, and had also watched
the boat being overturned; and as quick
| ly as possible another boat was launched
| and the bodies OF Doolan and Devenn,
we're sought for.
Jack Devenny was brought to shore
| and after restoratives had been used. b.
recovered consciousness.
"Where's Tam?" were the first word
he said.
1--WE Gamma get him." was the reply
and Toms widow wrung her hands AM
| sobbed bitterly.
"They'n no get him." chuckled Betty
from her post of observation at the cabi1
door on the hill overhanging Tamne,
Tough:
"'Nae winding sheet, nae hearse,
Nae coffin for his corse.'"
One or two of the searchers overheard
her, and they shook their fists in her face
with rage.
All that dav and all the next day they
sought, but Tom Doolan's body coulc
not be found. 1t was, indeed, never
found, and the lake was regarded with
superstitious horror for years.
But to return to the witch, Little Ell.
leen was az intelligent child, and she tod
her father how Betty had babe her watch
the dish in the tub of water, while she
had been muttering low to herself; how
it had turned round and round, sinking
at last to the bottom; and how Betty had
exclaimed: SAY, that's yer fathers boat
an Tom Doolan, the thief an william, ill
be drowned"
Devenny was not quite so unnamed
by superstitious dread as his neighbors
besides which, he was sorry for the loss
of his comrade, and he determined thai
his death should be avenged. Feeling
his way very cautiously, he found cou
pie of fitting accomplices, and he settled
what was to be the witch's fate.
One night, when all was silent in the
village of Tamney, the three men stole
out Of Devenny's cottage. and coaste6
the reedy edge of the Tough, in whose
gloomy depths poor Doolan was lying
No candle, or priest, or wake, or puria
had the poor fellow had, and they shud
dered as they passed his unknown grave
crossing Themselves piously, and think.
ing of his wandering soul. The water
hens were disturbed by their stealthy
tread, and flock of plover flew overhead
uttering their wild, almost human, cries
On they went, cautiously mounting the
hill, and pusing several times to lister
before they reached the witch's door. The
reason for this caution was that, Donegal
being in a disturbed state, parties of yeo
many secured the country every nj ght
and apprehended anybody whom they
found abroad after nine o'clock. Al
lights were to be extinguished at thai
hour, so Betty's dip candle had long beer
out, and nc gllmmer appeared at her sin
gle tiny window.
"Where's the kale stalk?" asked one o.
the men. They climbed upon the roof
stopped up the chimney, and then put.
ting the cabbage stalk into the key-hole
blew clouds Of sulphur through it into
the cabin.
"We'll smoke her the way his rever.
ence smoked the bees,' said they, station
ing themselves at the key-hole IN turn
and they did not desist from their labor
until dawn appeared.
So they smothered the witch: she was
cold and dead next day when the door
was opened: and as there were no cor
ners' inquest in those days he1 being found
dead excited but little attention. Indeed,
at the time of the union Ireland was in
so disorganized a state that the death of
one old woman in her bed was but little
noticed. The manner of her end was
known to her old ne1ghbors around Tam
ney Tough; but it was never spoken of
except in whispers, though years after
wards parents pointed to the ruined wall
steads upon the hillside, and told their
little children what the witch's fate had
been. The writer was told the story by
an old man whose mother lived in Tam.
ney at the time.
On our venturing to doubt the exist
ence Of witches at the present day, he de-
clared there was then august, 1871, t.
his certain knowledge, witch living
close to his own farm; and he poin ted
out a pretty, fair-haired woman, mother
of large family, who has only one COW
yet sold quantities Of butter.
She has slight figure, as we'll as blue
eyes and faxen hair, and we thought he1
a pleasant sight as she TIPPED along the
Tamney road to market, followed by he1
little crowd Of white headed children
The uninitiated, at least, looked at hel
with pleasure; but the Roman Catholics
cross themselves furtlvely when they meet
her, and the old and ign srant among he1
dent fear and dislike.
"Do you mean to say that she is able
to draw the butter away from vou1
churn?" we asked our old friend the far.
mer.
''Troth she is, miss; there is nae divil
ment too hard or too bad for thae witch
woman. Sure she turns hersel into E
hare every summer NIGHT, aa' milks thae
COWS in thae fields I ha' started biz
hare from amang me ain COWS in this
very field, an "a sure as I'm livin' sin
ner, it made for yon hole in the back o.
Norah' house,
+ "Do you really think Norah's the hare?'
sThink it, Miss? God bless your in.
nocent wit! I'm sure of 1t. 1t wad be
charity to the country side to shoot hel
WI piece O. siller-in troth, i'll was a!
souple as I used to be, I'd do it myself"
"Does it take long to turn her back in
to woman!'
els it long, miss? Not minute. She