THE TALL MAN OF BALLACURRY

Tom Craine was going home at midnight from Bradda mine to his home

at Colby. The road was lonely and he met no person, but the full moon

was shining and it was as light as day. As he began to pass under the

trees that grow round the house at Ballacurry, a little dog appeared

suddenly from the black shadow at the roadside and followed at his

heels. He whistled to it, but as he turned his head to look at it,

it ran on in front of him, and for a minute he did not see it. When

he came in sight of it again, he was terrified to see that it had

grown larger--as big as a goat--and it grew bigger and bigger till

it was the size of a donkey! It galloped before him and disappeared

round the bend of the road where the gate of Ballacurry is. When Tom

came to the gate he saw a very tall, thin man leaning on it, with

his arms folded on the top of it. The beast was not there. As Tom

reached the gate the tall thin man turned and walked up the long path

that leads to the house. When he got to the door he turned again and

walked back down the path towards Tom. By the bright moonlight Tom

saw the lace ruffle round his neck, the satin of his knee breeches,

the silk of his stockings, and the shining buckles on his shoes--the

dress of bygone days. His face was white and dreadful. As Tom looked

he was all at once taken with terror, and ran off as hard as he could

go down the road to Colby.

He had not gone far when he met two of his friends, Ben Mylechreest

and Bill Teare. He told them what he had seen, and they made fun of

him and would not believe that he had seen any such thing. They said

they would go back with him to the gate, so they all three turned

back. When they got to the gate they saw the big man, as tall as two

men, walking up the path with his back towards them. As before, when

he reached the door, he turned--what they saw they never told any man!

They took to their heels, all three, and ran till they could run no

longer. They were trembling from head to foot and the sweat pouring

from them. They were too terrified to go home, so they turned in with

Tom and they slept, all three, in one bed.

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