Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2) eBook

Henry John Roby
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 723 pages of information about Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2).

Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2) eBook

Henry John Roby
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 723 pages of information about Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 (of 2).

Luckily I soon found the jutting bank round which I had turned on my first view of the house we had just left.  We proceeded in silence,—­except that a whisper occasionally arose from one of the rearmost individuals talking to his bolder neighbour in front, when finding his own courage on the wane.  Following for some time what appeared to be the traces of recent footsteps, I hoped, yet almost feared, that every moment I might stumble on the bleeding corpse.  An attendant in the rear now gave the alarm,—­something he saw moving on our left causing him to make a desperate struggle to get before his companions.  This produced a universal uproar—­each fighting for precedency, and thoroughly determined not to be the last.  I soon beheld a dark object moving near, and the next minute I was overjoyed to find my recreant steed, quietly searching amongst the tufted moss and sea-reed for a scanty supper.  My associates knew not what to make of this discovery.  Some of them, I believe, eyed him with deep suspicion; and more than one glance was given at his hoofs to see if they were not cloven.

Order, however, being re-established, we again set forward with what proved a useful auxiliary to our train.  We had not travelled far ere I was again aware of the peculiar snort by which he manifested his alarm; and it was with difficulty I got him onwards a few paces, when he stood still, his head drawn back, as if from some object that lay in his path.  I knew the cause of his terror, and, giving the bridle to one of my attendants, cautiously proceeded, followed by the maiden and her lover; who, to do him justice, showed a tolerable share of courage—­at any rate, in the presence of his mistress.  At length I recognised the spot, where, yet unmoved, lay the bleeding carcase.  The girl started when she beheld the grim features, horribly drawn together and convulsed, as if in the last agony.  I was obliged to muster the requisite fortitude to attempt its removal; and raising it from the sand, with a little assistance I placed it across the horse, though not without a most determined opposition on the part of the animal.  Throwing a cloak over the body, we made the best of our way back; and on arriving at the house I found that the only vacant apartment where I could deposit my charge was a narrow loft over the out-house, the entrance to which was both steep and dangerous.  With the assistance of my two friends, though with considerable difficulty, it was in the end deposited there, upon a miserable pallet of straw, over which we threw a tattered blanket.  On returning, I found the guest-room deserted:  the old woman to whom the tavern belonged—­the mother, as I afterwards found, of my female companion—­was hastily clearing away the drinking utensils, and preparing for an immediate removal to the only apartment above-stairs which bore the honours of the bedchamber.  She kindly offered me the use of it for the night; but this sacrifice of comfort I could not allow; and throwing my cloak over a narrow bench, I drew it near the fire, determining to snatch a brief interval of rest, without robbing the good woman and her daughter of their night’s repose.

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