Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Marie Haggerty--Worcester #4]
“You know the Irish young men were all light-hearted and full of fun, and always playin' tricks on people. Once there was a young fellow that was tellin' ghost stories at a wake, and he had the people just about believing in them, and then he sneaked out with a pretext of coverin' up his horse, but what does he do but go and get a sheet and put over him, and came sneakin' up on the people at the wake. Well, the women like-t'-die, and some of the men was scart to death, - but he met his match. One of the young men that didn't believe in ghosts, picked up a fire iron had hit him over the head, and that cured him of his pranks. No, I wasn't there, but my Aunt Bess was, and she said the ‘ghost’ was knocked out flattern'n a flounder. Its almost sinful to say, but I liked goin' to funerals and wakes when I was a child, for I got out of the work at home, and I say all my friends and relations. Well, after I went to Boston I didn't know so many people, so I didn't go to many wakes, and then when I did begin to go again, they wasn't like the old wakes we had at home. In Boston at wakes, all you did was go in for a prayer and come out, but the men would set around with their long pipes and smoke and eat.
“Oh, yes, indeed, there was lots of stories told when I was young, but most of them a body wouldn't tell a child now, I used to set and listen the them till I shook so much you'd think I had the palsy, and I