his eyes thereon, and using the spear-point as a goad, he roused his black horse into redoubled speed, and with a wild leap horse and rider plunged headlong into the Western Sea. Sometimes the cotters on the mountains of Donegal hear on windy nights a sudden sound of horses’ hoofs, and say to each other, “There goes Dhoya.” And at the same hour men say if any be abroad in the valleys they see a huge shadow rushing along the mountain. THE END. The Gresham Press, UNWIN BROTHERS CHILWORTH AND LONDON. Transcriber’s Note: The table of contents has been added by the transcriber. End of Project Gutenberg's John Sherman and Dhoya, by William Butler Yeats