"Heavens above us!" exclaimed his mother, "what ails you?"
He only replied by dashing his hat upon the ground, and exclaiming, "Up wid yez!--up wid yez!--quit your dinners! Oh, Rody! what"ll be done?
Go down to Owen Reillaghan"s--go "way--go down--an" tell thim--Oh, vick-na-hoie! but this was the unfortunate day to us all? Mike reillaghan is shot with my gun; she went off in his hand goin" over a snow wreath, an" he"s lyin" dead in the mountains?"
The screams and the wailing which immediately rose in the family were dreadful. Mrs. M"Kenna almost fainted; and the father, after many struggles to maintain his firmness, burst into the bitter tears of disconsolation and affliction. Rody was calmer, but turned his eyes from one to another with a look of deep compa.s.sion, and again eyed Frank keenly and suspiciously.
Frank"s eye caught his, and the glance which had surveyed him with such a scrutiny did not escape his observation. "Rody," said he, "do you go an" brake it to the, Reillaghans: you"re the best to do it; for, when we were settin" out, you saw that he-carried the gun, an" not me."
"Thrue for you," said Rody; "I saw that, Frank, and can swear to it; but that"s all I did see. I know nothing of what happened in the mountains."
"d.a.m.nho sheery orth! (* Eternal perdition on you!) What do you mane, you villain?" exclaimed Prank, seizing the tongs, and attempting to strike him: "do you dar to suspect that I had any hand in it."
"Wurrah dheelish, Frank," screamed the sisters, "are you goin" to murdher Rody?"
"Murdher," he shouted, in a paroxysm of fury, "Why the curse o" G.o.d upon you all, what puts murdher into your heads? Is it my own family that"s the first to charge me wid it?"
"Why, there"s no one chargin" you wid it," replied Rody; "not one, whatever makes you take it to yourself."
"An" what did you look at me for, thin, the way you did? What did you look at me for, I say?"
"Is it any wondher," replied the servant coolly, "when you had sich a dreadful story to tell?"
"Go off," replied Frank, now hoa.r.s.e with pa.s.sion--"go off! an" tell the Reillaghans what happened; but, by all the books that ever was opened or shut, if you breathe a word about murdher--about--if you do, you villain, I"ll be the death o" you!"
When Rody was gone on this melancholy errand, old M"Kenna first put the tongs, and everything he feared might be used as a weapon by his frantic son, out of his reach; he then took down the book on which he had the night before sworn so rash and mysterious an oath, and desired his son to look upon it.
"Frank," said he, solemnly, "you swore on that blessed book last night, that Mike Reillaghan never would be the husband of Peggy Gartland--he"s a corpse to-day! Yes," he continued, "the good, the honest, the industhrious boy is"--his sobs became so loud and thick that he appeared almost suffocated. "Oh," said he, "may G.o.d pity us! As I hope to meet my blessed Savior, who was born on this day, I would rather you wor the corpse, an" not Mike Reillaghan!"
"I don"t doubt that," said the son, fiercely; "you never showed me much grah, (* affection) sure enough."
"Did you ever desarve it?" replied the father. "Heaven above me knows it was too much kindness was showed you. When you ought to have been well corrected, you got your will an" your way, an" now see the upshot."
"Well," said the son, "it"s the last day ever I"ll stay in the family; thrate me as bad as you plase. I"ll take the king"s bounty, an" list, if I live to see to-morrow."
"Oh, thin, in the name o" Goodness, do so," said the father; "an" so far from previntin" you, we"ll bless you when you"re gone, for goin"."
"Arrah, Frank, aroon," said Mrs. M"Kenna, who was now recovered, "maybe, afther all, it was only an accident: sure we often hard of sich things.
Don"t you remimber Squire Elliott"s son, that shot himself by accident, out fowlin"? Frank, can you clear yourself before us?"
"Ah, Alley! Alley!" exclaimed the father, wiping away his tears, "don"t you remimber his oath, last night?"
"What oath?" inquired the son, with an air of surprise--"What oath, last night? I know I was drunk last night, but I remimber nothing about an oath."
"Do you deny it, you hardened boy?"
"I do deny it; an" I"m not a hardened boy. What do you all mane? do you want to dhrive me mad? I know nothin" about any oath last night;"
replied the son in a loud voice. The grief of the mother and daughters was loud during the pauses of the conversation. Micaul, the eldest son, sat beside his father in tears.
"Frank," said he, "many an advice I gave you between ourselves, and you know how you tuck them. When you"d stale the oats, an" the meal, and the phaties, an" hay, at night, to have money for your cards an" dhrinkin", I kept it back, an" said nothin" about it. I wish I hadn"t done so, for it wasn"t for your good: but it was my desire to have, as much pace and quietness as possible."
"Frank," said the father, eyeing him solemnly, "it"s possible that you do forget the oath you made last night, for you war in liquor: I would give the wide world that it was thrue. Can you now, in the presence of G.o.d, clear yourself of havin" act or part in the death of Mike Reillaghan?"
"What "ud ail me," said the son, "if I liked?"
"Will you do it now for our satisfaction, an" take a load of misery off of our hearts? It"s the laste you may do, if you can do it. In the presence of the great G.o.d, will you clear yourself now?"
"I suppose," said the son, "I"ll have to clear myself to-morrow, an"
there"s no use in my doin" it more that wanst. When the time comes, I"ll do it."
The father put his hands on his eyes, and groaned aloud: so deep was his affliction, that the tears trickled through his fingers during this fresh burst of sorrow. The son"s refusal to satisfy them renewed the grief of all, as well as of the father: it rose again, louder than before, whilst young Frank sat opposite the door, silent and sullen.
It was now dark, but the night was calm and agreeable. M"Kenna"s family felt the keen affliction which we have endeavored to describe; the dinner was put hastily aside, and the festive spirit peculiar to this night became changed into one of gloom and sorrow. In this state they sat, when the voice of grief was heard loud in the distance; the strong cry of men, broken and abrupt, mingled with the shrieking wail of female lamentation.
The M"Kennas started, and Frank"s countenance a.s.sumed an expression which it would be difficult to describe. There was, joined to his extreme paleness, a restless, apprehensive, and determined look; each trait apparently struggling for the ascendancy in his character, and attempting" to stamp his countenance with its own expression.
"Do you hear that?" said his father. "Oh, musha, Father of heaven, look down an" support that family this night! Frank if you take my advice, you"ll lave their sight; for surely if they brain you on the spot, who could blame them?"
"Why ought I lave their sight?" replied Frank. "I tell you all that I had no hand in his death. The gun went off by accident as he was cra.s.sin" a wreath o" snow. I was afore him, and when I heard the report, an" turned round, there he lay, shot an" bleedin". I thought it mightn"t signify, but on lookin" at him closely, I found him quite dead. I then ran home, never touchin" the gun at all, till his family and the neighbors "ud see him. Surely, it"s no wondher I"d be distracted in my mind; but that"s no rason you should all open upon me as if I had murdhered the boy!"
"Well," said the father, "I"m glad to hear you say even that much. I hope it maybe betther wid you than we all think; an" oh! grant it, sweet mother o" Heaven, this day! Now carry yourself quietly afore the people.
If they abuse you, don"t fly into a pa.s.sion, but make allowance for their grief and misery."
In the mean time, the tumult was deepening as it approached M"Kenna"s house. The report had almost instantly spread through in the village which Reillaghan lived; and the loud cries of his father and brothers, who, in the wildness of their despair, continually called upon his name, had been heard at the houses which lay scattered over the neighborhood.
Their inmates, on listening to such unusual sounds, sought the direction from which they proceeded, for it was quite evident that some terrible calamity had befallen the Reillaghans, in consequence of the son"s name being borne on the blasts of night with such loud and overwhelming tones of grief and anguish. The a.s.sembly, on reaching M"Kenna"s, might, therefore, be numbered at thirty, including the females of Reillaghan"s immediate family, who had been strung by the energy of despair to a capability of bearing any fatigue, or rather to an utter insensibility of all bodily suffering.
We must leave the scene which ensued to the reader"s imagination, merely observing, that as neither the oath which young Frank had taken on the preceding night, nor indeed the peculiar bitterness of his enmity towards the deceased, was known by the Reillaghans, they did not, therefore, discredit the account of his death which they had heard.
Their grief was exclamatory and full of horror: consisting of prolonged shrieks on the part of the women, and frantic howlings on that of the men. The only words they uttered were his name, with epithets and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns. _Oh a Vichaul dheelish--a Vichaul dheelish--a bouchal bane machree--wuil thu marra--wuil thu marra?_ "Oh, Michael, the beloved--Michael, the beloved--fair boy of our heart--are you dead?--are you dead?" From M"Kenna"s the crowd, at the head of which was Darby More, proceeded towards the mountains, many of them bearing torches, such as had been used on their way to the Midnight Ma.s.s. The moon had disappeared, the darkness was deepening, and the sky was overhung with black heavy clouds, that gave a stormy character to scenery in itself re wild and gloomy.
Young M"Kenna and the pilgrim led them to the dreary waste in which the corpse lay. It was certainly an awful spectacle to behold these unhappy people toiling up the mountain solitude at such an hour, their convulsed faces thrown into striking relief by the light of the torches, and their cries rising in wild irregular cadences upon the blast which swept over them with a dismal howl, in perfect character with their affliction, and the circ.u.mstances which produced it.
On arriving within view of the corpse, there was a slight pause; for, notwithstanding the dreadful paroxysms of their grief, there was something still more startling and terrible in contemplating the body thus stretched out in the stillness of death, on the lonely mountain.
The impression it produced was peculiarly solemn: the grief was hushed for a moment, but only for a moment; it rose again wilder than before, and in a few minutes the friends of Reillaghan were about to throw themselves upon the body, under the strong impulse of sorrow and affection.
The mendicant, however, stepped forward "Hould back," said he; "it"s hard to ax yez to do it, but still you must. Let the neighbors about us here examine the body, in ordher to see whether it mightn"t be possible that the dacent boy came by his death from somebody else"s hand than his own. Hould forrid the lights," said he, "till we see how he"s lyin", an"
how the gun"s lyin"."
"Darby," said young Frank, "I can"t but be oblaged to you for that.
You"re the last man livin" ought to say what you said, afther you seein"
us both forget an" forgive this day. I call upon you now to say whether you didn"t see him an" me shakin" hands, and buryin" all bad feelin"
between us?"
"I"ll spake to you jist now," replied the mendicant. "See here, neighbors, obsarve this; the boy was shot in the breast, an" here"s not a snow wreath, but a weeshy dhrift that a child "ud step acra.s.s widout an accident. I tell you all, that I suspect foul play in this."
"h.e.l.l"s fire," exclaimed the brother of the deceased, "what"s that you say? What! Can it be--can it--can it--that you murdhered him, you villain, that"s known to be nothin" but a villain? But I"ll do for you!"
He s.n.a.t.c.hed at the gun as he spoke, and would probably have taken ample and fearful vengeance upon Frank, had not the mendicant and others prevented him.
"Have sinse," said Darby; "this is not the way to behave, man; lave the gun lyin" where she is, till we see more about us. Stand back there, an"