"He may live yet, Peggy, avourheen," said his mother; "my brave and n.o.ble son may live yet, an" you may be both,happy! Don"t be cryin" so much, _asth.o.r.e galh machree_ (* The beloved white (girl) of my heart); sure he"s in the hands o" G.o.d avourneen; an" your young heart won"t be broke, I hope. Och, the Lord pity her young feelins!" exclaimed the mother affected even by the consolation she herself offered to the betrothed bride of her son: "is it any whundher she"d sink undher sich a blow! for, sure enough, where was the likes of him? No, asth.o.r.e; it"s no wondher--it"s no wondher! lonesome will your heart be widout him; for I know what he"d feel if a hair of your head was injured."
"Oh, I know it--I know it! There was music in his voice, an" grah and.
kindness to every crathur on G.o.d"s earth; but to me--to me--oh, no one knew his love to me, but myself an" G.o.d. Oh, if I was dead, that I couldn"t feel this, or if my life could save his! Why didn"t the villain,--the black villain, wid G.o.d"s curse upon him--why didn"t he shoot me, thin I could never be Mike"s wife, an" his hand o" murdher might be satisfied? If he had, I wouldn"t feel as I do. Ay! the warmest, an" the best, an" the dearest blood of my heart, I could shed for him. That heart was his, an" he had a right to it. Our love wasn"t of yistherday: afore the links of my hair came to my showldhers I loved him, an" thought of him; an many a time he tould me that I was his first! G.o.d knows he was my first, an" he will be my last, let him live or die."
"Well, but, Peggy achora," said his sister, "maybe it"s sinful to be cryin" this way, an" he not dead."
"G.o.d forgive me, if it"s a sin," replied Peggy; "I"d not wish to do anything sinful or displasin" to G.o.d; an" I"ll sthrive to keep down my grief: I will, as well as I can."
She put her hands on her face, and by all effort of firmness, subdued the tone of her grief to a low, continuous murmur of sorrow.
"An" along wid that," said the sister, "maybe the noise is disturbin"
him. Darby put us all out o" the kitchen to have pace an" quietness about him."
"An" "twas well thought o" Darby," she replied; "an" may the blessin" o"
G.o.d rest upon him for it! A male"s mate or a nights lodgin" he"ll never want under my father"s roof for that goodness to him. I"ll be quiet."
There was now a short pause, during which those in the room heard a smack, accompanied by the words, "Dheah. Grashthias! throth I"m the betther o" that sup, so I am. Nothin" keeps this thief of a configuration down but it. Dheah Grashthias for that! Oh, thin, this is the stuff! It warms the body to the top o" the nails!"
"Don"t spare it, Darby," said old Reillaghan, "if it does you good."
"Avourneen," said Darby, "it"s only what gives me a little relief I ever take, jist by way of cure, for it"s the only thing does me good, when I am this-a-way."
Several persons in the neighborhood were, in the mean time, flocking to Reillaghan"s house. A worthy man, accompanied by his wife, entered as the pilgrim had concluded. The woman, in accordance with the custom of the country, raised the Irish cry, in a loud melancholy wail, that might be heard at a great distance.
Darby, who prided himself on maintaining silence, could not preserve the consistency of his character upon this occasion, any more than on that of Mike"s recent symptoms of life.
"Your sowl to the divil, you f.a.ggot!" he exclaimed, "what do you mane?
The divil whip the tongue out o" you! are you going to come here only to disturb the boy that"s not dead yet? Get out o" this, an" be asy wid your skhreechin", or by the cra.s.s that died for us, only you"re a woman, I"d tumble you wid a lick o" my cant. Keep asy, you vagrant, an" the dacent boy not dead yet. h.e.l.l bellows you, what do you mane?"
"Not dead!" exclaimed the woman, with her body bent in the proper att.i.tude, her hands extended, and the crying face turned with amazement to Darby. "Not dead! Wurrah, man alive, isn"t he murdhered?"
"h.e.l.l resave the matther for that!" replied Darby. "I tell you he"s livin" an" will live I hope, barrin" your skirlin" dhrives the life that"s in him out of him. Go into the room there to the women, an"
make yourself scarce out o" this, or by the padareens about me, I"ll malivogue you."
"We can"t be angry wid the dacent woman," observed old Reillaghan, "in regard that she came to show her friendship and respect."
"I"d be angry wid St. Pettier," said Darby, "an" "ud not scruple to give him a lick o" my c---- Lord presarve us! what was I goin" o say! Why, throth, I believe the little wits I had are all gone a shaughran! I must fast a Friday or two for the same words agin St. Pether. Oxis Doxis Glorioxis--Amin."
Hope is strong in love and in life. Peggy, now that grief had eased her heart of its load of acc.u.mulated sorrow, began to reflect upon Darby"s anecdote of Captain Cramer, which she related to those about her. They all rejoiced to hear that it was possible to be wounded so severely and live. They also consoled and supported each other, and expressed their trust that Mike might also recover. The opinion of the doctor was waited for with such anxiety as a felon feels when the foreman of the jury hands down the verdict which consigns him to life or death.
Whether Darby"s prescription was the result of chance or sagacity we know not. We are bound, however, to declare that Reillaghan"s strength was in some degree restored, although the pain he suffered amounted to torture. The surgeon (who was also a physician, and, moreover, supplied his own medicines) and the priest, as they lived in the same town, both arrived together. The latter administered the rites of his church to him; and the former, who was a skilful man, left nothing undone to accomplish his restoration to health. He had been shot through the body with a bullet--a circ.u.mstance which was not known until the arrival of the surgeon. This gentlemen expressed much astonishment at his surviving the wound, but said that circ.u.mstances of a similar nature had occurred, particularly on the field of battle, although he admitted that they were few.
Darby, however, who resolved to have something like a decided opinion from him, without at all considering whether such a thing was possible, pressed him strongly upon the point.
"Arrah, blur-an-age, Docthor Swither, say one thing or other. Is he to live or die? Plain talk, Docthor, is all we want, an" no _feasthalagh_ (* nonsense)."
"The bullet, I am inclined to think," replied the Doctor, "must either not have touched a vital part, or touched it only slightly. I have known cases similar, it is true; but it is impossible for me to p.r.o.nounce a decisive opinion upon him just now."
"The divil resave the _yarrib_* ever I"ll gather for you agin, so long as my name"s Darby More, except you say either "life" or "death,"" said Darby, who forgot his character of sanct.i.ty altogether.
* Herb-Men of Darby"s cast were often in the habit of collecting rare medicinal plants for the apothecaries; and not bad botanists some of them were.
"Darby, achora," said Mrs. Reillaghan, "don"t cra.s.s the gintleman, an"
him sthrivin" to do his best. Here, Paddy Gormly, bring some wather till the docthor washes his hands."
"Darby," replied the Doctor, to whom he was well known, "you are a good herbalist, but even although you should not serve me as usual in that capacity, yet I cannot say exactly either life or death. The case is too critical a one; but I do not despair, Darby, if that will satisfy you."
"More power to you, Docthor, achora. h.e.l.l-an-age, where"s that bottle?
bring it here. Thank you, Vread. Docthor, here"s wishin" you all happiness, an" may you set Mike on his legs wanst more! See, Docthor--see, man alive--look at this purty girl here, wid her wet cheeks; give her some hope, ahagur, if you can; keep the crathur"s spirits up, an" I"ll furnish you wid every yarrib in Europe, from the nettle to the rose."
"Don"t despair, my good girl," said the Doctor, addressing Peggy. "I hope, I trust, that he may recover; but he must be kept easy and quiet."
"May the blessing of G.o.d, sir, light down on you for the same words,"
replied Peggy, in a voice tremulous, with grat.i.tude and joy.
"Are you done wid him, Docthor?" said old Reillaghan.
"At present," replied the Doctor, "I can do nothing more for him; but I shall see him early to-morrow morning."
"Bekase, sir," continued the worthy man, "here"s Darby More, who"s afflicted with a comflamboration, or some sich thing, inwardly, an" if you should ase him, sir, I"d pay the damages, whatever they might be."
The Doctor smiled slightly. "Darby"s complaint," said he, "is beyond my practice; there is but one cure for it, and that is, if I have any skill, a little of what"s in the bottle here, taken, as our prescriptions sometimes say, "when the patient is inclined for it.""
"By my sou--sanct.i.ty, Docthor," said Darby, "you"re a man of skill, any how, an" that"s well known, sir. Nothin", as Father Hoolaghan says, but the sup of whiskey does this sarra of a configuration good. It rises the wind off o" my stomach, Docthor!"
"It does, Darby, it does. Now let all be peace and quietness," continued the Doctor: "take away a great part of this fire, and don"t attempt to remove him to any other bed until I desire you. I shall call again tomorrow morning early."
The Doctor"s attention to his patient was unremitting; everything that human skill, joined to long experience and natural talent, could do to restore the young man to his family was done; and in the course of a few weeks the friends of Keillaghan had the satisfaction of seeing him completely out of danger.
Mike declared, after his recovery, that though incapable of motion on the mountains, he was not altogether insensible to what pa.s.sed around him. The loud tones of their conversation he could hear. The oath which young M"Kenna uttered in a voice so wild and exalted, fell clearly on his ear, and he endeavored to contradict it, in order that he might be secured and punished in the event of his death. He also said; that the pain he suffered in the act of being conveyed home, occasioned him to groan feebly; but that the sobs, and cries, and loud conversation of those who surrounded him, prevented his moans from being heard. It is probable, after all, that were it not for the accidental fall of Owen upon his body, he might not have survived the wound, inasmuch as the medical skill, which contributed to restore him, would not have been called in.
Though old Frank M"Kenna and his family felt an oppressive load of misery taken off their hearts by the prospect of Reillaghan"s recovery, yet it was impossible for them to be insensible to the fate of their son, knowing as they did, that he must have been out among the mountains during the storm. His unhappy mother and Rody sat up the whole night, expecting his return, but morning arrived without bringing him home.
For six days afterwards the search for him was general and strict; his friends and neighbors traversed the mountain wastes until they left scarcely an acre of them unexplored. On the sixth day there came a thaw, and towards the close of the seventh he was found a "stiffened corpse,"
_upon the very spot where he had shot his rival_, and on which he had challenged the Almighty to stretch him in death, without priest or prayer, if he were guilty of the crime with which he had been charged.
He was found lying with a, circle drawn round him, his head pillowed upon the innocent blood which he had shed with the intention of murder, and a b.l.o.o.d.y cross marked upon his breast and forehead. It was thought that in the dread of approaching death he had formed it with his hand, which came accidentally in contact with the blood that lay in clots about him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: PAGE 886-- Upon the very spot where he had shot his rival]
The manner of his death excited a profound and wholesome feeling among the people, with respect to the crime which he attempted to commit. The circ.u.mstances attending it, and his oath upon the spot where he shot Reillaghan, are still spoken of by the fathers of the neighboring villages, and even by some who were present at the search for his body, it was also doubly remarkable on account of a case of spectral illusion which it produced, and which was ascribed to the effect of M"Kenna"s supernatural appearance at the time. The daughter of a herdsman in the mountains was strongly affected by the spectacle of his dead body borne past her father"s door. In about a fortnight afterwards she a.s.sured her family that he appeared to her. She saw the apparition, in the beginning, only at night; but ere long it ventured, as she imagined, to appear in day-light. Many imaginary conversations took place between them; and the fact of the peasantry flocking to the herd"s house to satisfy themselves as to the truth of the rumor, is yet well remembered in the parish. It, was also affirmed, that as the funeral of M"Kenna pa.s.sed to the churchyard, a hare crossed it, which some one present struck on the side with a stone. The hare, says the tradition, was not injured, but the sound of the stroke resembled that produced on striking an empty barrel.
We have nearly wound up our story, in which we have feebly endeavored to ill.u.s.trate scenes that were, some time ago, not unusual in Irish life.
There is little more to be added, except that Mike Reillaghan almost miraculously recovered; that he and Peggy Gartland were happily married, and that Darby More lost his character as a dreamer in that parish, Mike, with whom, however, he still continued a favorite, used frequently to allude to the speaking crucifix, the dream aforesaid, and his bit of fiction, in a.s.suring his mother that he had dissuaded him against "tracing" on that eventful day.
"Well, avourneen," Darby would exclaim, "the holiest of us has our failins; but, in throth, the truth of it is, that myself didn"t know what I was sayin", I was so _through other_ (* agitated); for I renumber that I was badly afflicted with this thief of a configuration inwardly at the time. That, you see, and your own throubles, put my mind ashanghran for "a start. But, upon my sanct.i.ty,--an" sure that"s a great oath wid me--only for the Holy Carol you bought from me the night before, an" above all touchin" you wid the blessed Cruciwhix, you"d never a" got over the same accident. Oh, you may smile an" shake your head, but it"s thruth whether or not! Glory be to G.o.d!"
The priest of the parish, on ascertaining correctly the incidents mentioned in this sketch, determined to deprive the people of at least one pretext for their follies. He represented the abuses connected with such a ceremony to the bishop; and from that night to the present time, the inhabitants of Kilnaheery never had, in their own parish, an opportunity of hearing a Midnight Ma.s.s.