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The din was on the causeway: a horse was coming; the
windings of the lane yet hid itbut it approached. I was just
leaving the stile; yetas the path was narrowI sat still to let it go
by. In those days I was youngand all sorts of fancies bright and
dark tenanted my mind: the memories of nursery stories were
there amongst other rubbish; and when they recurredmaturing
youth added to them a vigour and vividness beyond what
childhood could give. As this horse approachedand as I watched
for it to appear through the duskI remembered certain of Bessie’s
taleswherein figured a North-of-England spirit called a
“Gytrash” whichin the form of horsemuleor large dog
haunted solitary waysand sometimes came upon belated
travellersas this horse was now coming upon me.
It was very nearbut not yet in sight; whenin addition to the
tramptrampI heard a rush under the hedgeand close down by
the hazel stems glided a great dogwhose black and white colour
made him a distinct object against the trees. It was exactly one
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