In Ireland this world and the world we go to after death are not far apart. I have heard of a ghost that was many years in a tree and many years in the archway of a bridge, and my old Mayo woman says, “There is a bush up at my own place, and the people do be saying that there are two souls doing their penander it. When the wind blows one way the one has shelter, and when it blows from the north the other has the shelter. It is twisted over with the way they be rooting u for shelter. I don’t believe it, but there is many a one would not pass by it at night.” Ihere are times when the worlds are so ogether that it seems as if our earthly chattels were no more than the shadows of things beyond. A lady I knew once saw a village child running about with a long trailiicoat upon her, and asked the creature why she did not have it cut short. “It was my grandmother’s,” said the child; “would you have her going about yonder with her petticoat up to her kne……（内容加载失败！）
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