The Haunters & The Haunted eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 422 pages of information about The Haunters & The Haunted.

The Haunters & The Haunted eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 422 pages of information about The Haunters & The Haunted.

He was afraid to go forward, so he stood where he was, and the moment he stood, all the ghosts became quiet, and ceased moving.  Then Teig understood that it was trying to keep him from going in, that they were.  He walked a couple of yards forwards, and immediately the whole crowd rushed together towards the spot to which he was moving, and they stood so thickly together that it seemed to him that he never could break through them, even though he had a mind to try.  But he had no mind to try it.  He went back broken and dispirited, and when he had gone a couple of hundred yards from the burying-ground, he stood again, for he did not know what way he was to go.  He heard the voice of the corpse in his ear, saying, “Teampoll-Ronan,” and the skinny hand was stretched out again, pointing him out the road.

As tired as he was, he had to walk, and the road was neither short nor even.  The night was darker than ever, and it was difficult to make his way.  Many was the toss he got, and many a bruise they left on his body.  At last he saw Teampoll-Ronan from him in the distance, standing in the middle of the burying-ground.  He moved over towards it, and thought he was all right and safe, when he saw no ghosts nor anything else on the wall, and he thought he would never be hindered now from leaving his load off him at last.  He moved over to the gate, but as he was passing in, he tripped on the threshold.  Before he could recover himself, something that he could not see seized him by the neck, by the hands, and by the feet, and bruised him, and shook him, and choked him, until he was nearly dead; and at last he was lifted up, and carried more than a hundred yards from that place, and then thrown down in an old dyke, with the corpse still clinging to him.

He rose up, bruised and sore, but feared to go near the place again, for he had seen nothing the time he was thrown down and carried away.

“You corpse, up on my back?” said he, “shall I go over again to the churchyard?”—­but the corpse never answered him.  “That’s a sign you don’t wish me to try it again,” said Teig.

He was now in great doubt as to what he ought to do, when the corpse spoke in his ear, and said, “Imlogue-Fada.”

“Oh, murder!” said Teig, “must I bring you there?  If you keep me long walking like this, I tell you I’ll fall under you.”

He went on, however, in the direction the corpse pointed out to him.  He could not have told, himself, how long he had been going, when the dead man behind suddenly squeezed him, and said, “There!”

Teig looked from him, and he saw a little low wall, that was so broken down in places that it was no wall at all.  It was in a great wide field, in from the road; and only for three or four great stones at the corners, that were more like rocks than stones, there was nothing to show that there was either graveyard or burying-ground there.

“Is this Imlogue-Fada?  Shall I bury you here?” said Teig.

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