Yeats' FAIRY AND FOLK
TALES OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY
THE WITCH HARE
Mr. & Mrs. S. C. Hall
I was out thracking hares meeself,
and I seen a fine puss of a thing hopping,
hopping in the moonlight, and whacking her ears about, now up, now down, and
winking her great eyes, and--"Here goes," says I, and the thing was so close to
me that she turned round and looked at me, and then bounced back, as well as t
o say, do your worst! So I had the least grain in
life of blessed powder left, and I put it in the gun--and bang at her! My
jewel, the scritch she gave would frighten a rigment, and a mist, like, came
betwixt me and her, and I seen her no more; but when the mist wint off I saw
blood on the spot where she had been, and I followed its track, and at last it
led me--whist, whisper--right up to Katey MacShane's door; and when I was at the
thrashold, I heerd a murnin' within, a great murnin', and a groanin', and I
opened the door, and there she was herself, sittin' quite content in the shape
of a woman, and the black cat that was sittin' by her rose up its back and spit
at me; but I went on never heedin', and asked the ould ------ how she was and
what ailed her.
"Nothing," sis she.
"What's that on the floor?" sis I.
"Oh," she says, "I was cuttin' a billet of wood," she says, "wid the reaping
hook," she says, "an' I've wounded meself in the leg," she says, "and that's
drops of my precious blood," she says.