Читать книгу Mearing Stones: Leaves from My Note-Book on Tramp in Donegal - Campbell Joseph, Joseph Campbell - Страница 10

It’s curious in Donegal sometimes, when going along the road, or crossing a footpath through the fields, to see a shawled woman, a perch or so off, dropping over the edge of a hill, and then when you get up to the edge there is no sign of her at all. And, maybe, a pace further on you will start a hare out of the hollow where you think the woman should have been, and you begin to wonder is there any truth in the story about women – that have to do with magic and charms and old freets, and the like – changing into hares, after all! I have had many experiences like that in my travels through the county, and in not a few instances have I been puzzled how a figure – silhouetted sharply against the skyline, and only a few yards off – could disappear so quickly out of view.