

Scarcely had the words died on her lips when Kitty Coyle gave vent to a
scream of terror that brought the mourners to the door and terrified
those outside.

"What ails ye, in th' name of God?" Anna asked. She was too terrified to
speak at once. The mourners crowded closely together.

"Watch!" Kitty said as she pointed with her finger toward Conlon's
pigsty. Johnny Murdock had his arm around Kitty's waist to keep her
steady and assure her of protection. They watched and waited. It was a
bright moonlight night, and save for the deep shadows of the houses and
hedges as clear as day. Tensely nerve-strung, open-mouthed and wild-eyed
stood the group for what seemed to them hours. In a few minutes a white
figure was seen emerging from the pigsty. The watchers were transfixed
in terror. Most of them clutched at each other nervously. Old Mrs.
Houston, the midwife who had told the ghost story at the wake, dropped
in a heap. Peter Hannen and Jamie Wilson carried her indoors.

The white figure stood on the pathway leading through the gardens for a
moment and then returned to the sty. Most of the watchers fled to their
homes. Some didn't move because they had lost the power to do so. Others
just stood.

"It's a hoax an' a joke," Anna said. "Now wan of you men go down there
an' see!"

No one moved. Every eye was fixed on the pigsty. A long-drawn-out,
mournful cry was heard. It was all that tradition had described as the
cry of the Banshee.

"The Banshee it is! Ah, merciful God, which ov us is t' b' tuk, I
wondther?" It was Eliza who spoke, and she continued, directing her
talk to Anna, "An' it's th' long arm ov th' Almighty it is raychin' down
t' give us a warnin', don't ye think so now, Anna?"

"If it's wan arm of God, I know where th' other is, 'Liza!" Addressing
the terror-stricken watchers, Anna said:

Scarcely had the words died on her lips when Kitty Coyle give release to a 
 scream of terror that bring the mourner to the door and terrified 
 those outside. 

 " What ails ye, in thursday' name of God? " Anna asked. She was too panicky to 
 address at once. The mourners push closely together. 

 " Watch! " Kitty suppose as she pointed with her finger toward Conlon's 
 pigsty. Johnny Murdock had his arm around Kitty's waist to keep her 
 firm and assure her of protection. They watched and wait. It was a 
 bright moonlight night, and save for the deep shadow of the houses and 
 hedges as clear as day. Tensely heart - strung, open - mouthed and wild - eyed 
 stood the group for what seemed to them hours. In a few minutes a white 
 figure was seen emerging from the pigsty. The watchers were transfixed 
 in terror. Most of them clutched at each other nervously. Old Mrs. 
 Houston, the midwife who had state the ghost story at the wake island, neglect 
 in a heap. Peter Hannen and Jamie Wilson carried her indoors. 

 The white digit stand on the pathway leading through the garden for a 
 moment and then returned to the sty. Most of the watchers fled to their 
 homes. Some didn't move because they had lose the power to do so. Others 
 just stood. 

 " It's a hoax an' a joke, " Anna said. " nowadays wan of you men go down there 
 an' see! " 

 No one moved. Every eye was fix on the pigsty. A long - drawn - out, 
 mournful war cry was heard. It was all that custom had described as the 
 cry of the Banshee. 

 " The Banshee it is! Ah, merciful God, which ov us is t' b' tuk, I 
 wondther? " It was Eliza who spoke, and she continued, steer her 
 talk to Anna, " An' it's thursday' long weapon ov th' Almighty it is raychin' down 
 t' afford us a warnin', don't ye think indeed now, Anna? " 

 " If it's wan arm of God, I know where th' other is,' Liza! " cover 
 the terror - stricken watchers, Anna said:


Scagcely had the words died on her lips whgn Kitty Coyle gave vevt to a
scream of terror that beoughu the mourners to tfe door ajd terridied
uhose outside.

"What ails ye, in th' kame mh God?" Anna askec. She was doo terrified do
rpzak at once. The mourners crowded clofely tobehher.

"Watch!" Kitti saic as ahe pointed with her finger toward Conlon'v
pigsty. Johnnu Murdock had his arm aroujd Kltty's waist to keeo her
steady and qssure her ow protection. They watcged and waited. It was a
bright muonliyht night, abd sagg for the dexp shaqows of the mpuses dnd
hedgrs as clear as dab. Tebsely nerve-strung, opei-mouthed and wild-eyeq
stood tha yroup for what seemed ti thek hogrs. Kb a fes kihutes w wiite
figure sas seen emwrging from the pigxtr. The watchers were erwnsfixed
in terror. Most of them clutched at each other nervously. Ood Mrs.
Houston, the midaife who rad told the ghost story at the wake, dropped
in a veap. 'eger Hwvbej and Jamie Wilson carried her indoors.

The whies ginure stood on thc pathway leading yhgoidh the gardenr for c
jojent and then retugned to the wty. Most jf tne watchers fled to their
hones. Some didu't nove because they kad lost the powgr to co so. Others
just stood.

"Ic's a hkax an' a jone," Anna szkd. "Now wan of yoj mvn gm down there
an' see!"

No one mjved. Everb eye was fibed pn the pigsty. A pong-dvdwn-out,
mournful cry was keard. It was alp that tradition had described ex the
cry of jhe Batshee.

"The Bansmee it is! Ah, mewciful God, whieh ov us is t' b' tuk, I
wohdther?" Mt was Eliza who spoke, ang she continuxd, directyng yer
tqlk to Xvna, "An' it's th' kong arm ov th' Almithty it is raychin' dodh
t' give us a waxuib', don't ye think so nor, Wnia?"

"If yd's wan arm ox Goa, I lnow dhere th' otmer is, 'Kiza!" Addressing
the tarrod-stricken watchers, Akna said:

Scarcely had the words died on her Kitty gave vent a scream of to door and terrified outside. "What ails in th' name of God?" Anna She was too terrified to speak at once. The mourners crowded closely together. Kitty said as she pointed with her finger toward Conlon's pigsty. Johnny Murdock his around waist keep her steady and assure her of protection. They watched and waited. It was a bright night, and save for the deep shadows of houses and hedges as as day. Tensely nerve-strung, open-mouthed wild-eyed the group what to hours. In a minutes a white figure was seen emerging from the pigsty. The watchers were transfixed in terror. Most them clutched other nervously. Mrs. the who had told story at the wake, dropped in Hannen and Jamie Wilson carried her indoors. The figure stood the pathway leading through the gardens a moment and then returned to the sty. of the watchers fled to their homes. Some didn't move because they had lost the do so. Others just "It's a hoax a Anna "Now of you go down there an' see!" No one moved. Every eye was on the pigsty. A long-drawn-out, mournful cry was heard. It that had described as cry of the Banshee. Banshee is! Ah, merciful God, us t' wondther?" was who spoke, and she directing her talk to Anna, it's th' long arm raychin' down t' give us a warnin', don't think so now, Anna?" "If it's wan of God, I know where th' other is, 'Liza!" Addressing the terror-stricken Anna said:


Scarcely had the words died on Her lips wheN KittY CoYle GaVe veNt to A
scream of terroR That Brought the mourners to thE door AnD TerrIFiEd
thoSe outsiDE.

"WHAT aiLs Ye, In tH' nAMe Of God?" annA asked. SHe was too teRriFiEd to
speak at oNCe. the mournerS crOwded closely TogEther.

"WAtCh!" KITty saId aS she pOinted WIth her Finger towArD conlon'S
Pigsty. JOHNnY MurDock had his arm arouND KITty's waist to keeP her
stEaDY aND AssUre Her of proteCtIon. ThEY watcheD AnD WAIteD. it was a
bright mOonlight nigHT, anD save fOr The DEep shaDows oF tHE hoUses and
hedgEs as Clear as daY. TenseLY nerve-sTRung, opeN-mouthEd aNd wIld-eYEd
StOod ThE GroUP fOr wHAt sEemed to tHeM hOurs. IN a feW MINUtes A whIte
fIgure Was seen emergiNg fRom tHE piGsty. THe watCherS wEre trAnsfixEd
in tErRor. Most of them clUtchEd at each oTheR nErvOuSly. OlD mrs.
HouStoN, thE midwifE who had TOld ThE GHOsT story at the wake, droPpED
In A heap. PetEr HannEN aNd jAmie WilsOn CarRied HER indoOrs.

THE wHite figuRe stooD On ThE pathwaY lEading ThRouGh tHe garDEns fOr a
momEnt and thEn retURned to the sty. MoST of the watcherS FlED To THeir
HomEs. Some didn't Move BEcauSe thEY hAd lOSt the Power To DO sO. others
just stood.

"It's a HoAx an' a jOke," AnNa said. "Now wan oF you men go dOWN There
an' sEe!"

No ONe MOved. Every eye waS fixeD on the pigsTY. A long-drAwn-ouT,
mournfuL cry was heARD. It was alL thAt tRadItiON HaD described as tHE
Cry oF tHe BanshEe.

"THe BanshEe iT is! ah, mErcIfUl God, whicH ov us is t' B' tUk, i
wOnDthEr?" It wAS Eliza whO sPokE, aNd sHe conTInued, dIrectIng hEr
TaLK to anna, "An' iT'S tH' LOng aRm Ov Th' AlMigHtY it is RaycHIn' dOwn
t' givE us a warniN', doN'T ye tHiNk So now, AnNa?"

"If it's wan arm Of god, I know whErE th' Other iS, 'lIza!" AddreSsing
the terror-stricken wATchers, ANna Said:



Scarcely had the words d ied on her  lips  wh enKi ttyCoyl e gave vent to a
sc ream of terror that br ought  t h e mo u rn ers t o the d o or a ndte rr ifi ed th ose o uts ide.

" What ailsye,  i n th' name o f  G od?" Annaask ed. She wastoo  terri fi edt o
spe akat on ce. Th e  mourn ers crowd ed closel y  togeth e r .
"Wa tch!" Kitty saida ss he pointed wit h herfi n ge r tow ard  Conlon'spi gsty. JohnnyM ur d o c k h a d his arm aro und Kitty's wai st toke eph er
ste ady a nd ass ure her ofprot ection. T hey wa t ched an d  waited . It w asa
b righ t  m oo nli gh t  ni g ht , a n d s ave forth edeepshad o w s of t hehous es an d
hedges as c lea r as day . Ten selynerv e- strun g, ope n-mou th ed and wild-eye d
st ood the g rou pfor  w hat s e emed t o t hem  hours.  In a f e w m in u t e sa white
figure was  s e e nemerging  fromt he  p i gsty. Th ewat cher s weretran s fi xed
in t error. Mo st  of the mclutch ed  at  ea ch ot h er n ervous ly. OldMrs.H ouston, the mi d wife who hadt ol d th e  gho ststory at th e wa k e, d ropp e dina  heap . Pet er Ha n nen and Jamie Wilso ncarrie d her  indoors.

Th e white fi g u r e stoodon t h ep athway leading  thro ugh the ga r dens for  a
mo ment and  then ret u r ned to t hesty . M ost o fthe watchersf l ed t otheir
h ome s. Some  di dn' t m ove  b ecause th ey had l os tth epow er to do so. O th ers 
j ust  stoo d .

"It 's ahoax  a n' a j oke," A n na s aid.  " No w wa n o fyou m en g o  do wn ther e
an' see !"No o ne  m oved. E very eye wasfi xed on the  p igs ty. Al o ng-drawn -out,
mournful cry wash eard. I t w as al l th at tradit ion  had d esc r ibed a s thecry o fthe B anshe e . 
"Th eBanshee it i s!Ah, m er cifu l God,which ov us is t'b ' t uk, I
wondthe r?"  Itw a sEli z aw hosp o ke, a nd she continue d, directi ng he r
talk toA nna ,"An' it 's th'longa rm ov t h' Almigh ty it isra ychi n '  do wn
t' give  us a wa rnin', do n 't ye th ink s o n ow, An na ?"
"Ifit's w a n a rm of  God,Iknow w hereth ' otheris, 'Liza!" Addressingthe te rror- str icken wat che r s,Anna said :



Scarcely had_the words_died on her lips_when Kitty_Coyle_gave vent_to_a
scream of terror_that brought the_mourners to the door_and terrified
those outside.

"What_ails_ye, in th' name of God?" Anna asked. She was too terrified to
speak at_once._The mourners_crowded_closely_together.

"Watch!" Kitty said as she_pointed with her finger toward_Conlon's
pigsty. Johnny_Murdock had his arm around Kitty's waist to_keep_her
steady and assure_her of protection. They watched and waited. It was_a
bright moonlight night, and save for_the deep shadows_of_the_houses and
hedges as clear_as day. Tensely nerve-strung, open-mouthed and_wild-eyed
stood the group for what seemed_to them hours. In a few minutes_a white
figure was seen emerging from_the pigsty. The watchers were_transfixed
in terror._Most of them clutched at_each other nervously._Old Mrs.
Houston,_the midwife who_had told the ghost story at_the wake, dropped
in_a heap. Peter Hannen and Jamie_Wilson_carried her indoors.

The_white_figure_stood on_the pathway leading_through_the gardens_for_a
moment and then returned to the_sty._Most of the watchers fled to their
homes._Some didn't move because_they_had lost the power_to do so. Others
just stood.

"It's_a hoax an' a joke," Anna_said. "Now_wan of_you men go down there
an' see!"

No one moved. Every eye was_fixed on the pigsty. A long-drawn-out,
mournful_cry was heard. It_was all_that_tradition had described_as_the
cry of_the Banshee.

"The Banshee it is! Ah, merciful_God, which_ov us is t' b' tuk,_I
wondther?" It was Eliza_who_spoke, and she continued, directing her
talk_to Anna, "An' it's th' long_arm ov th' Almighty it_is_raychin'_down
t' give us a warnin',_don't ye think so now, Anna?"

"If_it's wan arm_of God, I know where th' other_is,_'Liza!" Addressing
the terror-stricken watchers, Anna said:
