The lad went into the stable, and began driving out the pig, when Leeam rose up and said: “Where are you going with my pig?”
When the boy saw Leeam he never stopped to look again, but out with him as hard as he could, and he never stopped till he came back to the priest, and his heart coming out of his mouth with terror.
“What’s on you?” says the priest.
The lad told him that Leeam O’Rooney was in the stable, and would not let him drive out the pig.
“Hold your tongue, you liar!” said the priest; “Leeam O’Rooney’s dead and in the grave this week.”
“If he was in the grave this seven years, I saw him in the stable two moments ago; and if you don’t believe me, come yourself, and you’ll see him.”
The priest and the boy then went together to the door of the stable, and the priest said: “Go in and turn me out that pig.”
“I wouldn’t go in for all ever you’re worth,” said the boy.
The priest went in, and began driving out the pig, when Leeam rose up out of the straw and said: “Where are you going with my pig, Father Patrick?”