Jack McCool and the Turnip Lantern

To tell it true, Jack McCool was undecided whether he had meant to kill his neighbor, that thieving drunk Seamus, but, as Jack gazed down at his feet by the wan light of the October moon, here the thieving drunk was. Tangled in his bedraggled cape, rolled like a harvest of peat, a dead, broken thing at the foot of the cursed fairy mound between their properties. At the foot, too, of Jack McCool himself, who opened his workman’s hands at the motionless heap, as though demonstrating some fine point about growing turnips in well-drained soil to interested youngsters. He