The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector: The Works of William Carleton, Volume OneCarleton, William
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The Evil Eye; Or, The Black Spector: The Works of William Carleton, Volume One
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
On entering it, which Barney did not do without previously crossing
himself, they were surprised to find it precisely in the same situation
in which it had been abandoned. There were one small pot, two stools, an
earthen pitcher, a few wooden trenchers lying upon a shelf, an old dusty
salt-bag, an ash stick, broken in the middle, and doubled down so as to
form a tongs; and gathered up in a corner was a truss of straw, covered
with a rug and a thin old blanket, which had constituted a wretched
substitute for a bed. That, however, which alarmed Barney most, was an
old broomstick with a stump of worn broom attached to the end of it, as
it stood in an opposite corner. This constituted the whole furniture of
the hut.
“Now, Barney,” said Harry, after they had examined it, “out with the
brandy and water and the slices of ham, till we refresh ourselves in the
first place, and after that I will hear your history of this magnificent
mansion.”
“O, it isn't the mansion, sir,” he replied, “but the woman that lived in
it that I have to spake about. God guard us! There in that corner is the
very broomstick she used to ride through the air upon!”
“Never mind that now, but ransack that immense shooting-pocket, and
produce its contents.”
They accordingly sat down, each upon one of the stools, and helped
themselves to bread and ham, together with some tolerably copious
draughts of brandy and water which they had mixed before leaving
home. Woodward, perceiving Barney's anxiety to deliver himself of his
narrative, made him take an additional draught by way of encouragement
to proceed, which, having very willingly finished the bumper offered
him, he did as follows:
“Well, Masther Harry, in the first place, do you believe in the Bible?”
“In the Bible!--ahem--why--yes--certainly, Barney; do you suppose I'm
not a Christian?”
“God forbid,” replied Barney; “well, the Bible itself isn't thruer than
what I'm goin' to tell you--sure all the world for ten miles round knows
it.”
“Well, but, Barney, I would rather you would let me know it in the first
place.”
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