below him; then, fixing his eyes thereon, and using the spear-point as a goad, he roused his black horse into redoubled speed, until 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. _Printed by_ A. H. BULLEN, _at The Shakespeare Head Press, Stratford-on-Avon_. * * * * * Transcriber’s Notes: Repeated story titles were removed to avoid redundancy. Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Varied hyphenation was retained.