Connor Crowe, a county Clare man, was related to the Cantillons by marriage. "Connor Mac in Cruagh, of the seven quarters of Breintragh," as he was commonly called, and a proud man he was of the name. Connor, be it known, would drink a quart of salt water, for its medicinal virtues7, before breakfast; and for the same reason, I suppose, double that quantity of raw whiskey between breakfast and night, which last he did with as little inconvenience to himself as any man in the barony of Moyferta; and were I to add Clanderalaw and Ibrickan, I don't think I should say wrong.
On the death of Florence Cantillon, Connor Crowe was determined8 to satisfy himself about the truth of this story of the old church under the sea: so when he heard the news of the old fellow's death, away with him to Ardfert, where Flory was laid out in high style, and a beautiful corpse he made.
Flory had been as jolly and as rollicking a boy in his day as ever was stretched, and his wake was in every respect worthy9 of him. There was all kind of entertainment, and all sort of diversion at it, and no less than three girls got husbands there—more luck to them. Everything was as it should be; all that side of the country, from Dingle to Tarbert, was at the funeral. The Keen was sung long and bitterly; and, according to the family custom, the coffin was carried to Ballyheigh strand10, where it was laid upon the shore, with a prayer for the repose11 of the dead.
The mourners departed, one group after another, and at last Connor Crowe was left alone. He then pulled out his whiskey bottle, his drop of comfort, as he called it, which he required, being in grief; and down he sat upon a big stone that was sheltered by a projecting rock, and partly concealed12 from view, to await with patience the appearance of the ghostly undertakers.
The evening came on mild and beautiful. He whistled an old air which he had heard in his childhood, hoping to keep [Pg 77] idle fears out of his head; but the wild strain of that melody brought a thousand recollections with it, which only made the twilight13 appear more pensive14.
"If 'twas near the gloomy tower of Dunmore, in my own sweet country, I was," said Connor Crowe, with a sigh, "one might well believe that the prisoners, who were murdered long ago there in the vaults15 under the castle, would be the hands to carry off the coffin out of envy, for never a one of them was buried decently, nor had as much as a coffin amongst them all. 'Tis often, sure enough, I have heard lamentations and great mourning coming from the vaults of Dunmore Castle; but," continued he, after fondly pressing his lips to the mouth of his companion and silent comforter, the whiskey bottle, "didn't I know all the time well enough, 'twas the dismal17 sounding waves working through the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, and fretting18 themselves to foam19. Oh, then, Dunmore Castle, it is you that are the gloomy-looking tower on a gloomy day, with the gloomy hills behind you; when one has gloomy thoughts on their heart, and sees you like a ghost rising out of the smoke made by the kelp burners on the strand, there is, the Lord save us! as fearful a look about you as about the Blue Man's Lake at midnight. Well, then, anyhow," said Connor, after a pause, "is it not a blessed night, though surely the moon looks mighty20 pale in the face? St. Senan himself between us and all kinds of harm."
It was, in truth, a lovely moonlight night; nothing was to be seen around but the dark rocks, and the white pebbly21 beach, upon which the sea broke with a hoarse22 and melancholy23 murmur24. Connor, notwithstanding his frequent draughts25, felt rather queerish, and almost began to repent26 his curiosity. It was certainly a solemn sight to behold27 the black coffin resting upon the white strand. His imagination gradually converted the deep moaning of old ocean into a mournful wail28 for the dead, and from the shadowy recesses29 of the rocks he imaged forth30 strange and visionary forms.
As the night advanced, Connor became weary with watching. He caught himself more than once in the act [Pg 78] of nodding, when suddenly giving his head a shake, he would look towards the black coffin. But the narrow house of death remained unmoved before him.
It was long past midnight, and the moon was sinking into the sea, when he heard the sound of many voices, which gradually became stronger, above the heavy and monotonous31 roll of the sea. He listened, and presently could distinguish a Keen of exquisite32 sweetness, the notes of which rose and fell with the heaving of the waves, whose deep murmur mingled33 with and supported the strain!
The Keen grew louder and louder, and seemed to approach the beach, and then fell into a low, plaintive34 wail. As it ended Connor beheld35 a number of strange and, in the dim light, mysterious-looking figures emerge from the sea, and surround the coffin, which they prepared to launch into the water.
"This comes of marrying with the creatures of earth," said one of the figures, in a clear, yet hollow tone.
"True," replied another, with a voice still more fearful, "our king would never have commanded his gnawing36 white-toothed waves to devour37 the rocky roots of the island cemetery38, had not his daughter, Durfulla, been buried there by her mortal husband!"
"But the time will come," said a third, bending over the coffin,
"When mortal eye—our work shall spy,
"Then," said a fourth, "our burial of the Cantillons is at an end for ever!"
As this was spoken the coffin was borne from the beach by a retiring wave, and the company of sea people prepared to follow it; but at the moment one chanced to discover Connor Crowe, as fixed40 with wonder and as motionless with fear as the stone on which he sat.
"The time is come," cried the unearthly being, "the time is come; a human eye looks on the forms of ocean, a human ear has heard their voices. Farewell to the [Pg 79] Cantillons; the sons of the sea are no longer doomed41 to bury the dust of the earth!"
One after the other turned slowly round, and regarded Connor Crowe, who still remained as if bound by a spell. Again arose their funeral song; and on the next wave they followed the coffin. The sound of the lamentation16 died away, and at length nothing was heard but the rush of waters. The coffin and the train of sea people sank over the old churchyard, and never since the funeral of old Flory Cantillon have any of the family been carried to the strand of Ballyheigh, for conveyance42 to their rightful burial-place, beneath the waves of the Atlantic.
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