human
Come, Larry, tell me all about this ghost, or spirit, or whatever it was, you fancy you saw just now,
gpt
Hish! your honour; we mustn't speak loud about him, if you plaise, and I'll tell you, he answered.
human
It's just this, your honour: while we were away in foreign parts, there was a broth of a boy,--I knew him well,--Dominic Brian. Well, Nick was one evening going home from reaping, along this very part of the stream, when what did he do but cut his own head off. Why he did it no one to this day can tell; but certain sure his body was found on the bank, with his bloody scythe beside him, but his head was gone. They say he comes every evening at the same hour to look out for his head, since he doesn't rest quiet in his grave without it. When they told me about it I laughed, thinking it couldn't be true; but seeing's believing, and as sure as I'm a living man, I saw Dominic Brian this very evening with his head under his arm.
gpt
I thought you said that he always came to look for his head?
human
Shure so I did, Mr Terence; but the ghost I saw had his head tucked under his arm, just as if it had been a keg of potheen.
gpt
Whether he has his head under his arm or has got it on at all, I'll rout him out,
human
Oh, don't, Mr Terence, don't! cried Larry.
gpt
No one can tell what he'll be after doing to you. Shure it will be safer for us to be away from this as fast as our legs can carry us. Just shout to Master Denis to make haste, or we don't know what will be happening.