This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... Seen a spook 'round dis yer place? " "Yes, Rachel, it's thrue Wat I'm tellin', an' the mane old spalpeen had wid him a harse, so he had--a harse wat was curried wid a fire-rake an' fed on the barren pastures of the divi1's dominions." "Lor' a marcy! yer don't say dat, chile!" again ejaculated the superstitious old negress. "Was he makin' for de riber to drown heself? " "No, begorra! niver a bit ov it. He was whittin' his ould snags ov tathe to ate up the masther, the misthress, the prisint company, the lands an' the stables, an' it's likely he'll swally the houshe, too, so he will!" "De good Lor' save us!" cried Rachel, reaching the climax of her excitement. "Who d' ye think it was?" said Teddy, with a grimace. "It was Daycon Schribbins, the grab-all! An' belike he's got a howld on the place somehow, an' now that the colonel's last ship's gone to the bottom ov the say, the grady Fedtheralisht is commenchin' his tictacs for to dhrive the masther, the missus an' all ov us poor craythers housheless an' hungry out into the beggarly world!" Here the loquacious coachman suddenly paused and gave utterance to a sincere Irish sigh. "Ye know too much about yer master's business, Ted," said Smickey. " Ye're full of yer 'spicions, and this is one of 'em." " It's no 'spicion at all, at all," resumed Teddy. " Sure, an' whin the ould daycon with his comrade an' his ghost ov a harse was jist turnin' the left elbow ov the...