In the following year, 1881, Miss K. B. paid another visit to the barrack.  This time there were two other visitors there—­a colonel and his wife.  They occupied Miss B.’s former room, while to her was allotted a huge bedroom on the top of the house, with a long corridor leading to it; opposite to this was another large room, which was occupied by the girls.

Her strange experiences commenced again.  “One morning, about four o’clock, I was awakened by a very noisy martial footstep ascending the stairs, and then marching quickly up and down the corridor outside my room.  Then suddenly the most violent coughing took place that I ever heard, which continued for some time, while the quick, heavy step continued its march.  At last the footsteps faded away in the distance, and I then recalled to mind the same coughing after exertion last year.”  In the morning, at breakfast, she asked both Captain C——­ and the colonel had they been walking about, but both denied, and also said they had no cough.  The family looked very uncomfortable, and afterwards E. came up with tears in her eyes, and said, “Oh K., please don’t say anything more about that dreadful coughing; we all hear it often, especially when anything terrible is about to happen.”

Some nights later the C——­s gave a dance.  When the guests had departed, Miss B. went to her bedroom.  “The moon was shining so beautifully that I was able to read my Bible by its light, and had left the Bible open on the window-sill, which was a very high one, and on which I sat to read, having had to climb the washstand to reach it.  I went to bed, and fell asleep, but was not long so when I was suddenly awakened by the strange feeling that some one was in the room.  I opened my eyes, and turned around, and saw on the window-sill in the moonlight a long, very thin, very dark figure bending over the Bible, and apparently earnestly scanning the page.  As if my movement disturbed the figure, it suddenly darted up, jumped off the window-ledge on to the washstand, then to the ground, and flitted quietly across the room to the table where my jewellery was.”  That was the last she saw of it.  She thought it was some one trying to steal her jewellery, so waited till morning, but nothing was missing.  In the morning she described to one of the daughters, G., what she had seen, and the latter told her that something always happened when that appeared.  Miss K. B. adds that nothing did happen.  Later on she was told that a colonel had cut his throat in that very room.

Another military station, Charles Fort, near Kinsale, has long had the reputation of being haunted.  An account of this was sent to the Wide World Magazine (Jan. 1908), by Major H. L. Ruck Keene, D.S.O.; he states that he took it from a manuscript written by a Captain Marvell Hull about the year 1880.  Further information on the subject of the haunting is to be found in Dr. Craig’s Real Pictures of Clerical Life in Ireland.