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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 343 pages of information about The Haunters & The Haunted.

By this time the bare outline of the moor was broken by a large black group of objects, which the darkness of the night prevented the parson from defining.  On approaching this unaccountable appearance, the mare was seized with fresh fury, and it was with considerable difficulty that she could be brought to face this new cause of fright.  In the pauses of the horse’s prancing, the vicar discovered to his horror the much-dreaded spectacle of the black coach and the headless steeds, and, terrible to relate, his friend Mr Mills lying prostrate on the ground before the sable driver.  Little time was left him to call up his courage for this fearful emergency; for just as the vicar began to give utterance to the earnest prayers which struggled to his lips, the spectre shouted, “Dodge is come!  I must begone!” and forthwith leaped into his chariot, and disappeared across the moor.

The fury of the mare now subsided, and Mr Dodge was enabled to approach his friend, who was lying motionless and speechless, with his face buried in the heather.

Meanwhile the rector’s horse, which had taken fright at the apparition, and had thrown his rider to the ground on or near the spot where we have left him lying, made homeward at a furious speed, and stopped not until he had reached his stable door.  The sound of his hoofs as he galloped madly through the village awoke the cottagers, many of whom had been some hours in their beds.  Many eager faces, staring with affright, gathered round the rectory, and added, by their various conjectures, to the terror and apprehensions of the family.

The villagers, gathering courage as their numbers increased, agreed to go in search of the missing clergyman, and started off in a compact body, a few on horseback, but the greater number on foot, in the direction of Blackadon.  There they discovered their rector, supported in the arms of Parson Dodge, and recovered so far as to be able to speak.  Still there was a wildness in his eye, and an incoherency in his speech, that showed that his reason was, at least, temporarily unsettled by the fright.  In this condition he was taken to his home, followed by his reverend companion.

Here ended this strange adventure; for Mr Mills soon completely regained his reason, Parson Dodge got safely back to Talland, and from that time to this nothing has been heard or seen of the black ghost or his chariot.[4]

FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 4:  The Parson Dodge, whose adventure is related, was vicar of Talland from 1713 till his death.  So that the name as well as the story is true to tradition.  Bond (History of East and West Looe) says of him:  “About a century since the Rev. Richard Dodge was vicar of this parish of Talland, and was, by traditionary account, a very singular man.  He had the reputation of being deeply skilled in the black art, and would raise ghosts, or send them into the Dead Sea, at the nod

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