Notwithstanding that the visit to the jolly "Harp of Erin" had a little increased the natural complacency of his mind, the drenching of the new snaffle reins began to disturb him; and then followed a train of more anxious thoughts than even were occasioned by the dreaded defeat of the pride of his long-antic.i.p.ated _turn out_ on St.
Stephen"s day. In an hour of good fellowship, when his heart was warm, and his head not over cool, Charley had backed the old mare against Mr. Jephson"s bay filly Desdemona for a neat hundred, and he now felt sore misgivings as to the prudence of the match. In a less gay tone he continued--
"Living short, but merry lives, Going where the devil drives, Keeping----"
"Keeping" he muttered, as the old mare had reduced her canter to a trot at the bottom of Kilc.u.mmer Hill. Charley"s eye fell on the old walls that belonged, in former times, to the Templars: but the silent gloom of the ruin was broken only by the heavy rain which splashed and pattered on the gravestones. He then looked up at the sky, to see if there was, among the clouds, any hopes for mercy on his new snaffle reins; and no sooner were his eyes lowered, than his attention was arrested by an object so extraordinary as almost led him to doubt the evidence of his senses. The head, apparently, of a white horse, with short cropped ears, large open nostrils and immense eyes, seemed rapidly to follow him. No connexion with body, legs, or rider, could possibly be traced--the head advanced--Charley"s old mare, too, was moved at this unnatural sight, and snorting violently, increased her trot up the hill. The head moved forward, and pa.s.sed on: Charley, pursuing it with astonished gaze, and wondering by what means, and for what purpose, this detached head thus proceeded through the air, did not perceive the corresponding body until he was suddenly startled by finding it close at his side. Charley turned to examine what was thus so sociably jogging on with him, when a most unexampled apparition presented itself to his view. A figure, whose height (judging as well as the obscurity of the night would permit him) he computed to be at least eight feet, was seated on the body and legs of a white horse full eighteen hands and a half high. In this measurement Charley could not be mistaken, for his own mare was exactly fifteen hands, and the body that thus jogged alongside he could at once determine, from his practice in horseflesh, was at least three hands and a half higher.
After the first feeling of astonishment, which found vent in the exclamation "I"m sold now for ever!" was over, the attention of Charley, being a keen sportsman, was naturally directed to this extraordinary body; and having examined it with the eye of a connoisseur, he proceeded to reconnoitre the figure so unusually mounted, who had hitherto remained perfectly mute. Wishing to see whether his companion"s silence proceeded from bad temper, want of conversational powers, or from a distaste to water, and the fear that the opening of his mouth might subject him to have it filled by the rain, which was then drifting in violent gusts against them, Charley endeavoured to catch a sight of his companion"s face, in order to form an opinion on that point. But his vision failed in carrying him farther than the top of the collar of the figure"s coat, which was a scarlet single-breasted hunting frock, having a waist of a very old-fashioned cut reaching to the saddle, with two huge shining b.u.t.tons at about a yard distance behind. "I ought to see farther than this, too," thought Charley, "although he is mounted on his high horse, like my cousin Darby, who was made barony constable last week, unless "tis Con"s whiskey that has blinded me entirely." However, see farther he could not, and after straining his eyes for a considerable time to no purpose, he exclaimed, with pure vexation, ""By the big bridge of Mallow, it is no head at all he has!"
"Look again, Charley Culnane," said a hoa.r.s.e voice, that seemed to proceed from under the right arm of the figure.
Charley did look again, and now in the proper place, for he clearly saw, under the aforesaid right arm, that head from which the voice had proceeded, and such a head no mortal ever saw before. It looked like a large cream cheese hung round with black puddings; no speck of colour enlivened the ashy paleness of the depressed features; the skin lay stretched over the unearthly surface, almost like the parchment head of a drum. Two fiery eyes of prodigious circ.u.mference, with a strange and irregular motion, flashed like meteors upon Charley, and to complete all, a mouth reached from either extremity of two ears, which peeped forth from under a profusion of matted locks of l.u.s.treless blackness. This head, which the figure had evidently hitherto concealed from Charley"s eyes, now burst upon his view in all its hideousness. Charley, although a lad of proverbial courage in the county of Cork, yet could not but feel his nerves a little shaken by this unexpected visit from the headless horseman, whom he considered his fellow-traveller must be. The cropped-eared head of the gigantic horse moved steadily forward, always keeping from six to eight yards in advance. The horseman, unaided by whip or spur, and disdaining the use of stirrups, which dangled uselessly from the saddle, followed at a trot by Charley"s side, his hideous head now lost behind the lappet of his coat, now starting forth in all its horror, as the motion of the horse caused his arm to move to and fro. The ground shook under the weight of its supernatural burden, and the water in the pools became agitated into waves as he trotted by them.
On they went--heads without bodies, and bodies without heads.--The deadly silence of night was broken only by the fearful clattering of hoofs, and the distant sound of thunder, which rumbled above the mystic hill of Cecaune a Mona Finnea. Charley, who was naturally a merry-hearted, and rather a talkative fellow, had hitherto felt tongue-tied by apprehension, but finding his companion showed no evil disposition towards him, and having become somewhat more reconciled to the Patagonian dimensions of the horseman and his headless steed, plucked up all his courage, and thus addressed the stranger:--
"Why, then, your honour rides mighty well without the stirrups!"
"Humph," growled the head from under the horseman"s right arm.
""Tis not an over civil answer," thought Charley; "but no matter, he was taught in one of them riding-houses, may be, and thinks nothing at all about b.u.mping his leather breeches at the rate of ten miles an hour. I"ll try him on the other track. Ahem!" said Charley, clearing his throat, and feeling at the same time rather daunted at this second attempt to establish a conversation. "Ahem! that"s a mighty neat coat of your honour"s, although "tis a little too long in the waist for the present cut."
"Humph," growled again the head.
This second humph was a terrible thump in the face to poor Charley, who was fairly bothered to know what subject he could start that would prove more agreeable. ""Tis a sensible head," thought Charley, "although an ugly one, for "tis plain enough the man does not like flattery." A third attempt, however, Charley was determined to make, and having failed in his observations as to the riding and coat of his fellow-traveller, thought he would just drop a trifling allusion to the wonderful headless horse, that was jogging on so sociably beside his old mare; and as Charley was considered about Carrick to be very knowing in horses, besides, being a full private in the Royal Mallow Light Horse Volunteers, which were every one of them mounted like real Hessians, he felt rather sanguine as to the result of his third attempt.
"To be sure, that"s a brave horse your honour rides," recommenced the persevering Charley.
"You may say that, with your own ugly mouth," growled the head.
Charley, though not much flattered by the compliment, nevertheless chuckled at his success in obtaining an answer, and thus continued:--
"May be your honour wouldn"t be after riding him across the country?"
"Will you try me, Charley?" said the head, with an inexpressible look of ghastly delight.
"Faith, and that"s what I"d do," responded Charley, "only I"m afraid, the night being so dark, of laming the old mare, and I"ve every halfpenny of a hundred pounds on her heels."
This was true enough; Charley"s courage was nothing dashed at the headless horseman"s proposal; and there never was a steeple-chase, nor a fox-chase, riding or leaping in the country, that Charley Culnane was not at it, and foremost in it.
"Will you take my word," said the man who carried his head so snugly under his right arm, "for the safety of your mare?"
"Done," said Charley; and away they started, helter skelter, over every thing, ditch and wall, pop, pop, the old mare never went in such style, even in broad daylight: and Charley had just the start of his companion, when the hoa.r.s.e voice called out, "Charley Culnane, Charley, man, stop for your life, stop!"
Charley pulled up hard. "Ay," said he, "you may beat me by the head, because it always goes so much before you; but if the bet was neck-and-neck, and that"s the go between the old mare and Desdemona, I"d win it hollow!"
It appeared as if the stranger was well aware of what was pa.s.sing in Charley"s mind, for he suddenly broke out quite loquacious.
"Charley Culnane," says he, "you have a stout soul in you, and are every inch of you a good rider. I"ve tried you, and I ought to know; and that"s the sort of man for my money. A hundred years it is since my horse and I broke our necks at the bottom of Kilc.u.mmer hill, and ever since I have been trying to get a man that dared to ride with me, and never found one before. Keep, as you have always done, at the tail of the hounds, never balk a ditch, nor turn away from a stone wall, and the headless horseman will never desert you nor the old mare."
Charley, in amazement, looked towards the stranger"s right arm, for the purpose of seeing in his face whether or not he was in earnest, but behold! the head was snugly lodged in the huge pocket of the horseman"s scarlet hunting-coat. The horse"s head had ascended perpendicularly above them, and his extraordinary companion, rising quickly after his avant-coureur, vanished from the astonished gaze of Charley Culnane.
Charley, as may be supposed, was lost in wonder, delight, and perplexity; the pelting rain, the wife"s pudding, the new snaffle--even the match against squire Jephson--all were forgotten; nothing could he think of, nothing could he talk of, but the headless horseman. He told it, directly that he got home, to Judy; he told it the following morning to all the neighbours; and he told it to the hunt on St. Stephen"s day: but what provoked him after all the pains he took in describing the head, the horse, and the man, was that one and all attributed the creation of the headless horseman to his friend Con Buckley"s "X water parliament." This, however, should be told, that Charley"s old mare beat Mr. Jephson"s bay filly, Desdemona, by Diamond, and Charley pocketed his cool hundred; and if he didn"t win by means of the headless horseman, I am sure I don"t know any other reason for his doing so.
DULLAHAN or DULACHAN signifies a dark sullen person. The word _Durrachan_ or _Dullahan_, by which in some places the goblin is known, has the same signification. It comes from _Dorr_ or _Durr_, anger, or _Durrach_, malicious, fierce, &c.--_MS.
communication from the late_ MR. EDWARD O"REILLY.
The correctness of this last etymology may be questioned, as black is evidently a component part of the word.
The Death Coach, or Headless Coach and Horses, is called in Ireland "_Coach a bower_;" and its appearance is generally regarded as a sign of death, or an omen of some misfortune.
The belief in the appearance of headless people and horses appears to be, like most popular superst.i.tions, widely extended.
In England, see the Spectator (No. 110) for mention of a spirit that had appeared in the shape of a black horse without a head.
In Wales, the apparition of "_Fenyw heb un pen_," the headless woman, and "_Ceffyl heb un pen_," the headless horse, are generally accredited.--_MS. communication from_ MISS WILLIAMS.
"The Irish Dullahan puts me in mind of a spectre at Drumlanrig Castle, of no less a person than the d.u.c.h.ess of Queensberry,--"Fair Kitty, blooming, young, and gay,"--who, instead of setting fire to the world in mamma"s chariot, amuses herself with wheeling her own head in a wheel-barrow through the great gallery."--_MS. communication from_ SIR WALTER SCOTT.
In Scotland, so recently as January, 1826, that veritable paper, the Glasgow Chronicle, records, upon the occasion of some silk-weavers being out of employment at Paisley, that "Visions have been seen of carts, caravans, and coaches, going up Gleniffer braes without horses, with horses without heads,"
&c.
Cervantes mentions tales of the "_Caballo sin cabeca_ among the _cuentos de viejas con que se entretienen al fuego las dilatadas noches del invierno_," &c.
"The people of Ba.s.se Bretagne believe, that when the death of any person is at hand, a hea.r.s.e drawn by skeletons (which they call _carriquet au nankon_,) and covered with a white sheet, pa.s.ses by the house where the sick person lies, and the creaking of the wheels may be plainly heard."--_Journal des Sciences_, 1826, _communicated by_ DR. WILLIAM GRIMM.
See also _Thiele"s Danske Folkesagn_, vol. iv. p. 66, &c.
THE FIR DARRIG.
Whene"er such wanderers I meete, As from their night-sports they trudge home, With counterfeiting voice I greete, And call them on with me to roame Through woods, through lakes, Through bogs, through brakes; Or else, unseene, with them I go, All in the nicke, To play some tricke, And frolicke it, with ho, ho, ho!
--_Old Song._
DIARMID BAWN, THE PIPER
x.x.x.
One stormy night Patrick Burke was seated in the chimney corner smoking his pipe quite contentedly after his hard day"s work; his two little boys were roasting potatoes in the ashes, while his rosy daughter held a splinter[26] to her mother, who, seated on a siesteen,[27] was mending a rent in Patrick"s old coat; and Judy, the maid, was singing merrily to the sound of her wheel, that kept up a beautiful humming noise, just like the sweet drone of a bagpipe.
Indeed they all seemed quite contented and happy; for the storm howled without, and they were warm and snug within, by the side of a blazing turf fire. "I was just thinking," said Patrick, taking the dudeen from his mouth and giving it a rap on his thumb-nail to shake out the ashes--"I was just thinking how thankful we ought to be to have a snug bit of a cabin this pelting night over our heads, for in all my born days I never heard the like of it."
[26] A splinter, or slip of bog-deal, which, being dipped in tallow, is used as a candle.
[27] Siesteen is a low block-like seat, made of straw bands firmly sewed or bound together.