_The Cannibal Cow._
It was in the year ----. But why should I insult you by being more
particular in date than that it was during the Irish rebellion, when,
one dreadfully stormy night, old Goff, with his wife, daughter, and
only son, Tim, were sitting in the kitchen, which not only served as
general sitting-room, but was also the old couple's bed-room? The wind
howled and blew in gusts, shaking the windows and doors as one without,
in a hurry to get in, amongst whose virtues patience could not be
numbered.
"This is a fearful night," old Goff said, "and fearful work, may be,
is going on just now; for I heard from neighbour Flanagan that the
red-coats have been seen in the neighbourhood. Go, Tim, and see that
all the doors are well fastened; and when the old woman has given us
our supper, we'll get to bed, for that is the safest place these
times."
The old man had no sooner spoken than there was a tap at the door--at
first, gentle; as, however, neither father nor son moved, but sat
staring at each other in fear and trembling, the knocking grew louder
and louder. At length Tim whispered, "Hadn't you best go to the door,
Father, for that will impose upon them more, if it's thaves they are,
and show more respect, like, if it's the red-coats?"
"No, no, my Son!" the old man whispered back, "you go; for then they
will see that you are safely at home, like a steady lad, and not out
with those wild boys, who are the cause of all these troubles. Go,
my Son; but don't open the door, for the life of ye, but ask the
gintlemen, civil, Who might be there, and what they might be wanting?"
There was no help for it, so poor Tim crept to the door, and, after
listening whether he heard the cocking of pistols or the clanking of
swords, mustered courage to ask who was there.
"And who should it be, sure," was answered from without, "but Paddy,
auld Paddy the Piper? Och! then let me in, darlint, that I may warm
and dry mesel', for it's caulder than the 'Squire's greetin', and as
damp as the say itsel'."
[Illustration: _A Terror-stricken Household._]
Without answering him, Tim ran back to his father, who, in the mean
time, had put out the light, and had got as far as the kitchen-door
to listen. Now Tim, in his hurry, rushed upon the old man, who went
rolling down, and Tim, to save himself, caught hold of the table, which
he upset, and he himself fell sprawling upon the floor. Not being hurt,
he went to help his father, who was shouting thieves and murder, and
it was some time before his son could convince him that the place was
not full of thieves, but that it was only Paddy the Piper who wanted to
come in.
"Nay, lave me in pace," he said, as Tim tried to raise him up, "for I'm
dead, sure!"
"But what about Paddy?" Tim asked.
"And are ye sure it's Paddy it is, and that it is by himself he is?"
And then the old man added--"If it's the Piper himself, I think bad not
to give him the bit and the sup; but ye mustn't let him in, Tim, for
sure it's Paddy has a baddish name, and if he's found here we shall
all swing for't. But take the kay, my Boy, and let him into Katty's
shed, where he can be as comfortable, like, as the priest himself in
his own bed, and he shall not go without his supper."
Now Katty, you must know, was old Goff's best and favourite cow, and as
such had a shed to herself, to which Tim led the Piper; and when Paddy
had a good large mug of whisky, he forgot that he was wet and cold. We
will not assist at old Goff's recovery from being "murthered quite,"
but suppose him, as well as the others, safely in bed; and as we shall
be busy with the Piper we will not disturb them till the morning.
Paddy was so warm and comfortable after his supper, but more
particularly after the whisky, that he felt one drop more would make
him the happiest man in all Ireland; but he dared not risk offending
old Goff by disturbing him again, for he always found a good friend
in him when his wanderings took him that way. What was to be done? He
tried to sleep, but it would not do; though it was not the want of a
bed that troubled him, for it was little Paddy knew of that, except by
name, and, indeed, Katty gave him the best of accommodation; but yet
the comfort was fast oozing out of him.
Now Paddy had a friend who, quietly and quite in private, distilled the
best of spirit, and there was no fear of his being in bed--at least,
not at night. True, he lived full four miles off, and most of the
way lay across a dreary bog; but now that Paddy was once with him in
imagination he found less rest than ever.
Tim had carefully locked Katty's door; but, though old, the Piper
was still active, so made nothing of clambering up to a hole in the
roof--for where is the shed or cabin to be found in Ireland that has
not a hole in the roof? if, indeed, what should be the roof is not one
big hole. In dear old Ireland everything is old, excepting the hearts
and spirits of its people. Once outside the shed, Paddy made the best
of his way towards his friend's; and expectation giving strength and
activity to his legs, he ran briskly on, when, all at once, he was
brought to a stand--not because he was out of breath from running, but
from astonishment at the fruit borne by a sturdy old tree he had just
reached.
A man, well and securely hanged, was dangling from a branch of the
tree, with his toes most provokingly just beyond reach of the ground.
Paddy peered at him through the dark, to see which of his friends it
was, and then addressed him thus:--"Och! Murphy, me lad! and is it
yerself I run my nose agin here in the dark? but I forgie yer for not
gettin' out o' the way, seeing that yer movements are not quite yer
own. Now tell me what has brought yer here in this ugly fix? But how's
this?" he continued, examining his friend still more closely--"and
was it for this dance yer put on them iligant boots? Why, Murphy, I
shouldn't know yer if I didn't see that it's yerself! But now," Paddy
continued, talking to himself, "his dance is over, and what will he be
wanting with his boots? I'm sartain he won't mind if I borrow them, for
sure me own brogues are none of the best. But why, my auld Friend,"
he said, again addressing the hanging man, "why didn't yer put on yer
Sunday best intirely, for yer no better than a scarecrow dangling
there?"
Paddy examined himself from head to foot, and then, shaking his head,
he muttered--"No, I canna better mesel', 'cepting with the boots,
which I'll make bold to take, trusting poor Murphy won't feel his feet
cauld." After thus alternately soliloquising and addressing his friend,
Paddy set himself to work to pull off the dead man's boots, but they
resisted all his efforts. He took it good-humouredly and out of humour,
but with equally bad success, and at length went on his way; but he
could not make up his mind to resign such a splendid piece of good
fortune, so he returned after he had gone a few steps, and made another
attempt.
The boots, however, remained immoveable, and losing all patience, he
exclaimed, "Bad luck to them!" and taking out a large knife he carried
with him, cut off the legs just above the boots, thinking that, more at
his leisure, he would be able to clear them out.
His plans were now altered, and instead of going on to his friend, he
returned to Katty's shed, carefully carrying his new acquisition under
his arm.
He found no difficulty in getting back into the shed, but the
difficulty of freeing the boots from the feet and portion of the legs
that remained in them was increased rather than lessened; and at
length Paddy fell asleep over his unaccomplished task. When he awoke
day was already beginning to dawn, and as he wanted to be early at a
small town, some six miles off, where there was to be a fair, he had
no time to lose; so he quickly got out of the shed, leaving the boots
behind him as useless--his friend Murphy's feet pertinaciously keeping
possession of them.
Not long after, Tim went to fetch him to breakfast, to make up for
the inhospitality of the previous night; for with returning light the
courage of the family was restored, and, as is frequently the case with
weak minds, day gave an appearance of security to that which night had
shrouded in danger.
What was his surprise to see the shed occupied by Katty alone; for he
had found the door locked as he had left it the night before, and yet
Paddy was nowhere to be seen.
He never once thought of the hole in the roof, and was puzzled beyond
measure. Paddy must be somewhere; so he looked in all the four corners
of the shed, under the straw, and even under Katty herself, who was
comfortably lying down. He now saw the boots, and was more puzzled than
ever. He scratched his head, as people will do when the understanding
is at fault, and during that process a horrible light burst upon him.
He rushed out of the shed back to the kitchen, where, to the amazement
of all, he let himself fall into old Goff's, just then, vacant chair,
his mouth open, his hair erect, and his eyes nearly starting from his
head.
All exclaimed with one voice, "What in heaven's name has happened!
What is the matter with you, Tim?" After gasping several times for
breath Tim cried out, "Och, the unnatural baste! Och, the blood-thirsty
cannibal! Poor Paddy! Och, the murthering brute!"
"In the name of all the saints tell us what has happened!" his Father
said; and after a few more incoherent sentences, Tim related how on
going into the shed he could not find the Piper, though he could not
have got out, for he had locked the door the night before, and found it
still locked; how that, after looking all about, he had discovered the
boots, but that Katty had eaten up poor Paddy.
[Illustration: _Tim's Dismay at Katty's Cannibalism._]
An exclamation of horror burst from all.
"Every bit of him," Tim continued. "The blood-thirsty baste has eaten
every bit of him. Not a morsel of poor Paddy is left but the boots."
The rest were quite as much horrified as Tim himself, and not a word
was uttered till his Sister, who first recovered something like
self-possession, said, "Let us go and look once more, for it is almost
too horrible to believe that Katty could do such a thing; she has
always been such a good, gentle beast."
"Och, the cannibal!" Tim muttered, with a shudder.
"Tim," old Goff said, "I've heard that a cannibal is one man that eats
another, and if so, perhaps Katty is not a cannibal; but, mind me, I'm
not going to defend the unnatural baste if she has eaten the Piper. Did
you say his pipes and all are gone? Take care and don't go too near the
crittur, but take the pitchfork with you. Oh, that I should ever live
to hear the like!"
Most unwillingly Tim went back to the shed; but as his sister led the
way he was ashamed to remain behind. However, when they got there
Katty began bellowing with all her might, for she was unused to being
neglected, and felt herself ill used that Tim should have been in
without taking her her morning's food, and now finding herself again
disappointed, she stared wildly at them.
Both started back, and Tim cried, "See there, how wicked she looks! Is
that the baste you say is so gentle? Sure she's dangerous, let's go
back." The sister ventured in and took the boots, which she carried to
the house.
These told the tale but too clearly, and poor Katty had not a single
voice raised in her favour. It was now discussed what should be done
with the animal, for keeping her was out of the question. Who would
drink the milk of such a beast! Besides, it was dangerous to go near
her; and it was therefore settled that Tim should take her to the fair,
which fortunately was held that very day, and sell her at any price.
Suddenly they were startled by a loud bellowing from the shed, for
during this time no one had thought of feeding the poor beast, and the
next moment all were seized with the utmost consternation, for Katty
appeared at the shed door and walked straight up towards the house.
The kitchen was now a scene of the wildest confusion, for in their
eagerness to seize upon any article of furniture that might serve as a
weapon of defence, they rushed against each other; but Katty stopped
at some fresh grass that was in a cart near the house, which indeed
had attracted her. As soon, however, as she had taken the edge off her
morning appetite she went to the window, for she was a sociable beast,
and had always been accustomed to be noticed; but all the inmates of
the kitchen were huddled together at the further end, and their terror
is indescribable when she pushed the window open, for it had not been
properly fastened.
She, however, stood so quiet, and looked so gentle and mild, that after
a time old Goff mustered courage to say, "Now that she has filled
herself with grass she will perhaps not bite, so now is the time to
secure her. Take the rope that is hanging up there, Tim, make a noose,
and slip it quickly over her nose." As Tim hesitated, his Sister said,
"I will go with you;" and then he did as he was directed, till, as
he was about to slip the rope over her nose, she opened her mouth,
thinking it was something for her to eat.
Tim started back so suddenly that, losing his balance, he fell flat
upon the floor, shouting for help, but his sister, catching hold of
the rope, put it round Katty's nose; and when Tim saw that there
was no danger he finished the work for her, tying the rope at least
half-a-dozen times round the unresisting creature's jaws. Nothing now
remained to be done but for Tim to get on his Sunday clothes, which
did not take long, and poor Katty was led off, receiving much rougher
treatment than she had been accustomed to.
For a time Tim and Katty had the road to themselves, and were not
over-pleasant companions, for to poor Katty all seemed strange; besides
that she received many a blow from her guide, who was in anything but
a good humour; and when they were joined by any one it made it none
the more pleasant for Tim, who now found out all the difficulties he
had to contend with, for he was not prepared with an answer when asked
what was the reason why Katty was to be sold, or why her mouth was
fastened up so. What could he answer, for, as he said to himself, "If I
tell the truth who would buy the unnatural baste? And I won't let the
people think we want money." His pride revolted at this; but it was
evident he must be prepared with a more satisfactory answer than he had
hitherto given, namely, that he did not know why his father intended to
part with his cow, for he heard two farmers, who had lately joined the
others, talking thus together.
The one said, "Why, that is old Goff's favourite cow, sure it can't be
it's selling her he is, for I heard that he was offered twelve pounds
for her no longer than a fortnight ago, but he wouldn't sell her at any
price."
"May be it's gone dry she is," said the other.
"No, she doesn't look like that."
"Then it's money he wants. May be the rint isn't paid, and--"
"No, it's not that," the first speaker interrupted him, "for old Goff
is too close an old fist not to have plenty of money; but mark me,
Neighbour, there's something wrong with her, sleek and fresh as she
looks, and it isn't I that would be buying her at any price."
Poor Tim was sadly puzzled, for it was impossible he could escape being
asked all manner of questions, and he knew no more than his heels what
to say. Then, too, he feared that no one would have her, and what
should he do with her then. His worst fears were soon to be realized,
for a new comer, who had heard the end of the conversation of the last
two speakers, now said to him--
"Well, Tim, and what has the darling of your house done that you want
to sell her? Is it fits she has, for there is something wild in her
eye? Or it's vicious she is? Speak, Man, what is the matter with her?"
To avoid unpleasant questions, Tim said, "It's too much trouble to my
sister to attend to her, for it's my sister's cow she is."
"And is it washing her face of a morning that's too much trouble
to your sister?" Tim was now asked; "or perhaps combing her hair is
troublesome, or may be it's cutting her corns your sister doesn't like;
but come, Tim, that won't do, Man, for why is Katty more trouble than
the other cows? Let me look at her, that I may see what ails her." He
examined her all over; and, to Tim's horror, taking the rope from round
her nose, looked into her mouth, but he could not discover one single
fault in her, which only excited his suspicion the more. "May be you'd
take five pounds for her?" And, as Tim eagerly assented, he continued,
"You'll take five pounds for her, and your father just a day or two ago
refused twelve. There's something in all this I can't make out, so go
on with her, for I'll none of her. I'm not going to be tricked by you."
Tim was now in utter despair. He saw plainly he must say that it was
money they wanted. But would even that do, for his father had other
cows, and why sell the one which everybody knew was the favourite? His
only chance was to get rid of her to some one who did not know him, and
he therefore hurried her on to the market.
The market was very full, and, when he found himself surrounded by
strange faces, he felt more at ease; however, no purchaser was found,
and Tim began to feel not only impatient, but seriously uneasy, for
Katty looked about her in a very suspicious manner, and he dreaded the
consequences should she grow very hungry. He shuddered as he thought
of the fate of poor Paddy, and, oh horror! just then he thought he saw
Paddy himself in the distance. He could not take his eyes from the spot
where he had seen the horrid apparition, though he trembled at the
possibility of its reappearance.
There it was again, beckoning to him.
This was more than poor Tim could bear, and he rushed wildly out of the
market, down the nearest turning, and out of the town. On he ran, not
knowing where, pursued in imagination by poor Paddy's ghost, till out
of breath, when he ventured to look back. He could run no more, for he
was now transfixed to the spot by horror. Katty, with her mouth open,
came full gallop after him, and quicker than the wind followed Paddy's
ghost. He stood motionless till they were close upon him, and then
fell senseless to the ground.
When he recovered he found Paddy holding a pocket flask of whisky to
his lips, whilst Katty was looking at him with the mildest expression
of concern.
"What were you doing in the market with Katty? And what, in heaven's
name, induced you to run away as if possessed by a thousand devils?"
Paddy said. "What does all this mean, Tim? Have you gone clean mad?"
"And is it you, Paddy?" Tim asked; "or is it your ghost? For if it's
your ghost I beg your honor ten thousand pardons for all the trouble
I've given you, in making your honor run after me so far. And I beg
your honor to forgive my auld father and mother, and my dear sister,
and to forgive me too. And I humbly beg your honor will not haunt us,
for it will be the bodily death of us all; but if we can do anything to
give your blessid soul rest, tell me what it is and it shall be done.
Where shall we bury your blessid feet? It was not our fault that this
blood-thirsty baste, bad luck to it, ate you up last night, all but
your honor's feet, bless them. Directly we found out the misfortune
that had happened to your honor, for I went early to fetch you to the
most iligant breakfast my mother could get ready, we all settled that
the cannibal brute should no longer be one of our family, and I brought
her to the market to sell. This is every word the blessid truth. So I
beg your honor to forgive us, and may your soul rest in peace!"
"Stop," Paddy cried, "or yer'll be the rale death o' me." It was now
Paddy's turn to fall, and he rolled about on the ground convulsed with
laughter, for he now saw what a mistake Murphy's boots had led to. When
he had recovered himself enough to be able to speak, he told Tim how
all had happened, and advised him to take Katty home again directly,
which he did, and Katty became even a greater favourite with the whole
family than ever she had been.