I travelled all that night and the next morning, exerting myself beyond
my power; and about noon the following day I went into a yeoman's
house, the name of which was Ellanshaws, and requested of the people a
couch of any sort to lie down on, for I was ill, and could not proceed
on my journey. They showed me to a stable-loft where there were two
beds, on one of which I laid me down; and, falling into a sound sleep,
I did not awake till the evening, that other three men came from the
fields to sleep in the same place, one of whom lay down beside me, at
which I was exceedingly glad. They fell all sound asleep, and I was
terribly alarmed at a conversation I overheard somewhere outside the
stable. I could not make out a sentence, but trembled to think I knew
one of the voices at least, and, rather than not be mistaken, I would
that any man had run me through with a sword. I fell into a cold sweat,
and once thought of instantly putting hand to my own life, as my only
means of relief (may the rash and sinful thought be in mercy forgiven!)
when I heard as it were two persons at the door, contending, as I
thought, about their right and interest in me. That the one was
forcibly preventing the admission of the other, I could hear
distinctly, and their language was mixed with something dreadful and
mysterious. In an agony of terror, I awakened my snoring companion with
great difficulty, and asked him, in a low whisper, who these were at
the door. The man lay silent and listening till fairly awake, and then
asked if I heard anything. I said I had heard strange voices contending
at the door.
"Then I can tell you, lad, it has been something neither good nor
canny," said he. "It's no for naething that our horses are snorking
that gate."
For the first time, I remarked that the animals were snorting and
rearing as if they wished to break through the house. The man called to
them by their names, and ordered them to be quiet; but they raged still
the more furiously. He then roused his drowsy companions, who were
alike alarmed at the panic of the horses, all of them declaring that
they had never seen either Mause or Jolly start in their lives before.
My bed-fellow and another then ventured down the ladder, and I heard
one of them then saying: "Lord be wi' us! What can be i' the house? The
sweat's rinning off the poor beasts like water."
They agreed to sally out together, and if possible to reach the kitchen
and bring a light. I was glad at this, but not so much so when I heard
the one man saying to the other, in a whisper: "I wish that stranger
man may be canny enough."
"God kens!" said the other. "It does nae look unco weel."
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