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Animal Ghosts; Or, Animal Hauntings and the Hereafter
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ANIMAL GHOSTS

OR,

ANIMAL HAUNTINGS AND THE HEREAFTER

BY

ELLIOTT O'DONNELL

AUTHOR OF

"THE SORCERY CLUB," "WERWOLVES," "BYWAYS OF GHOSTLAND," "SCOTTISHGHOSTS," "HAUNTED HOUSES OF LONDON," "HAUNTED HOUSES OF ENGLAND ANDWALES," "DREAMS AND THEIR MEANINGS," "FOR SATAN'S SAKE," "THE UNKNOWNDEPTHS," "DINEVAH THE BEAUTIFUL," "JENNIE BARLOWE," "GHOSTLY PHENOMENA,""MRS. E.M. WARD'S REMINISCENCES," ETC. ETC.

LONDON

WILLIAM RIDER & SON, LTD.
CATHEDRAL HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C.
1913

First Published November, 1913.


PREFACE

If human beings, with all their vices, have a future life, assuredlyanimals, who in character so often equal, nay, excel human beings, havea future life also.

Those who in the Scriptures find a key to all things, can find nothingin them to confute this argument. There is no saying of Christ thatjustifies one in supposing that man is the only being, whose existenceextends beyond the grave.

Granted, however, merely for the sake of argument, that we have someground for the denial of a future existence for animals, consider theinjustice such a denial would involve. Take, for example, the case ofthe horse. Harming no one, and without thought of reward, it toils forman all its life, and when too old to work it is put to death withouteven the compensation of a well-earned rest. But if compensation beGod's law,—as I, for one, believe it to be—and also the raisond'être of a hereafter, then surely the Creator, whose chief claim toour respect and veneration lies in the fact that He is just andmerciful, will take good care that the horse—the gentle, patient,never-complaining horse—is well compensated—compensated in a goldenhereafter.

Consider again, the case of another of our four-footed friends—the dog;the faithful, affectionate, obedient and forgiving dog, the dog who isso often called upon to stand all sorts of rough treatment, and is shotor poisoned, if, provoked beyond endurance, he at last rounds on hispersecutors, and bites. And the cat—the timid, peaceful cat who ismauled, and all but pulled in two by cruel children, and beaten to ajelly when in sheer agony and fright it scratches. Reflect again, on thecow and the sheep, fed only to supply our wants; shouted at and kicked,if, when nearly scared out of their senses, they wander off the track;and pole-axed, or done to death in some equally atrocious manner whenthe sickening demand for flesh food is at its height.

And yet, you say, these innocent, unoffending—and, I say,martyred—animals are to have no future, no compensation. Monstrous!Absurd! It is an effrontery to common sense, philosophy—anything,everything. It is a damned lie, damned bigotry, damned nonsense. Thewhole animal world will live again; and it will be man—spoilt,presumptuous, degenerate man—who will not participate in another life,unless he very much improves.

Think well over this,—you who preach the gospel of man'spre-eminence;—you who prate of God and know nothing whatsoever aboutHim! The horse, dog, cat,—even the wild animals, whose vices,perchance, pale beside your own, may go to Heaven before you. TheSupreme Architect is neither a Nero, nor a Stuart, nor a clown. He willrecompense all who deserve recompense, be they great or small—biped orquadruped.

It is to testify to a future existence for animals and to create a widerinterest in it that I have undertaken to compile this book; and myobject, I think, can best be achieved in my own way, the way of theinvestigator of haunted places. The mere fact that there aremanifestations of "dead" people (pardon the paradox) proves some kind oflife after death for human beings; and happily the same proof isavailable with regard a future life for animals; indeed there are asmany animal phantasms as human—perhaps more; hence, if the human beinglives again, so do his dumb friends.

Be comforted then, you who love your pets, and have been kind to them.You will see them all again, on the soft undying pasture lands of yourElysium and theirs.

Be warned, you—you who have despised animals, and have been cruel tothem. Who knows but that, in your future life, you may be as they arenow—in subjection?


My task in writing this book has been considerably lightened by theextreme courtesy and kindness of Mr. Shirley, Mr. Eveleigh Nash, and theProprietors of the Review of Reviews, in allowing me to make use ofextracts and quotations from their most valuable works.

ELLIOTT O'DONNELL.


CONTENTS

PART I

CHAPTER I

CATS

The Black Cat of the Old Manor House, Oxenby—Correspondence re CatPhantasms—The Headless Cat of No. ——, Lower Seedley Road, Seedley,Manchester—The Cat on the Post—Mystic Properties of Cats

CHAPTER II

DOGS

The Case of James Durham—The Grey Dog of —— House, Birmingham—The Dogin the Cupboard—How the Ghost of a Dog saved Life—A Precentor'sAdventure—Phantom Dog seen on Souter Fell—The Jumping Ghost—Dogs seenbefore a Death—A Dog scared by a Canine Ghost—The Phantom Dachshund ofW—— Street, London, W.—An ALL Hallow Eve Ghost—The StrangeDisappearance of Mr. Jeremiah Dance—Phantasms of Living Dogs—TheYellow Dog of K—— University—National Ghosts in the form of Dogs—TheMauthe Doog—Spectral Hounds

CHAPTER III

HORSES AND THE UNKNOWN

A Phantom Cavalcade—The Miller on the Grey Horse—A Phantom Horseand Rider—The White Horse of Eastover—The Afrikander's Story—Heraldsof Death—Phantom Coach in U.S.A.—A Story from Marseilles—Summary ofHorses—Phantasms of Living Horses—Horses and the Psychic Faculty ofScent—Phantom Policeman and Horse—Phantom Huntsmen and Horses

CHAPTER IV

BULLS, COWS, PIGS, ETC.

The Kirk-grim—Phantasm of a Goat—Phantom Hogs of the MoatGrange—Sheep—Spectre Flock of Sheep in Germany

PART II

CHAPTER V

WILD ANIMALS AND THE UNKNOWN

Animal Phantasms and the Moon—The Case of Martin Tristram—Phantasms ofCat and Ape—Hauntings by a White Rabbit—John Wesley's Ghost—PsychicFaculty in Hares and Rabbits

CHAPTER VI

INHABITANTS OF THE JUNGLE

Elephants, Lions, Tigers, etc.—The White Tiger—Jungle Animals andPsychic Faculties

PART III

CHAPTER VII

BIRDS AND THE UNKNOWN

Case from Occult Review—Bird Hauntings in Russia—Hauntings inthe Country Church—Capt. Morgan's Experiences—Addenda—Old Authoritieson Bird Omens

CHAPTER VIII

A BRIEF RETROSPECT

PART I

DOMESTIC ANIMALS AND THEIR ASSOCIATIONS WITH THE UNKNOWN


ANIMAL GHOSTS


CHAPTER I

CATS

In opening this volume on Animals and their associations with theunknown, I will commence with a case of hauntings in the Old ManorHouse, at Oxenby.

My informant was a Mrs. Hartnoll, whom I can see in my mind's eye, asdistinctly as if I were looking at her now. Hers was a personality thatno lapse of time, nothing could efface; a personality that made itselffelt on boys of all temperaments, most of all, of course, on thosewho—like myself—were highly strung and sensitive.

She was classical mistress at L.'s, the then well-known dame school inClifton, where for three years—prior to migrating to a Public School—Iwas well grounded in all the mysticisms of Kennedy's Latin Primer andSmith's First Greek Principia.

I doubt if she got anything more than a very small salary—governessesin those days were shockingly remunerated—and I know,—poor soul, shehad to work monstrously hard. Drumming Latin and Greek into heads asthick as ours was no easy task.

But there were times, when the excessive tension on the nerves provingtoo much, Mrs. Hartnoll stole a little relaxation; when she allowedherself to chat with us, and even to smile—Heavens! those smiles! Andwhen—I can feel the tingling of my pulses at the bare mention ofit—she spoke about herself, stated she had once been young—adeclaration so astounding, so utterly beyond our comprehension, that wewere rendered quite speechless—and told us anecdotes.

Of many of her narratives I have no recollection, but one or two, whichinterested me more than the rest, are almost as fresh in my mind as whenrecounted. The one that appealed to me most, and which I have everyreason to believe is absolutely true,[1] is as follows:—I give it asnearly as I can in her own somewhat stilted style:—

"Up to the age of nineteen, I resided with my parents in the ManorHouse, Oxenby. It was an old building, dating back, I believe, to thereign of Edward VI, and had originally served as the residence of noblefamilies. Built, or, rather, faced with split flints, and edged andbuttressed with cut grey stone, it had a majestic though very gloomyappearance, and seen from afar resembled nothing so much as a huge andgrotesquely decorated sarcophagus. In the centre of its frowning andmenacing front was the device of a cat, constructed out of blackshingles, and having white shingles for the eyes; the effect beingcuriously realistic, especially on moonlight nights, when anything morelifelike and sinister could scarcely have been conceived. The artist,whoever he was, had a more than human knowledge of cats—he portrayednot merely their bodies but their souls.

[1] I have subsequently met several people who experienced thesame phenomena in the house, which was standing a short time ago.

"In style the front of the house was somewhat castellated. Twosemicircular bows, or half towers, placed at a suitable distance fromeach other, rose from the base to the summit of the edifice, to theheight of four or five stairs; and were pierced, at every floor, withrows of stone-mullioned windows. The flat wall between had largerwindows, lighting the great hall, gallery, and upper apartments. Thesewindows were wholly composed of stained glass, engraved with everyimaginable fantastic design—imps, satyrs, dragons, witches,queer-shaped trees, hands, eyes, circles, triangles and cats.

"The towers, half included in the building, were completely circularwithin, and contained the winding stairs of the mansion; and whoeverascended them when a storm was raging seemed rising by a whirlwind tothe clouds.

"In the upper rooms even the wildest screams of the hurricane weredrowned in the rattling clamour of the assaulted casements. When a galeof wind took the building in front, it rocked it to the foundations,and, at such times, threatened its instant demolition.

"Midway between the towers there stood forth a heavy stone porch with aGothic gateway, surmounted by a battlemented parapet, made gablefashion, the apex of which was garnished by a pair of dolphins, rampantand antagonistic, whose corkscrew tails seemed contorted—especially atnight—by the last agonies of rage convulsed. The porch doors stoodopen, except in tremendous weather; the inner ones were regularly shutand barred after all who entered. They led into a wide vaulted and loftyhall, the walls of which were decorated with faded tapestry, that rose,and fell, and rustled in the most mysterious fashion every time therewas the suspicion—and often barely the suspicion—of a breeze.

"Interspersed with the tapestry—and in great contrast to itsantiquity—were quite modern and very ordinary portraits of my family.The general fittings and furniture, both of the hall and house, weresombre and handsome—truss-beams, corbels, girders and panels were ofthe blackest oak; and the general effect of all this, augmented, ifanything, by the windows, which were too high and narrow to admit ofmuch light, was much the same as that produced by the interior of asubterranean chapel or charnel house.

"From the hall proceeded doorways and passages, more than my memory cannow particularize. Of these portals, one at each end conducted to thetower stairs, others to reception rooms and domestic offices.

"The whole of the house being too large for us, only one wing—the rightand newer of the two—was occupied, the other was unfurnished, andgenerally shut up. I say generally because there were times when eithermy mother or father—the servants never ventured there—forgot to lockthe doors, and the handles yielding to my daring fingers, Isurreptitiously crept in.

"Everywhere—even in daylight, even on the sunniest of mornings—weredark shadows that hung around the ingles and recesses of the rooms, thedeep cupboards, the passages, and silent, winding staircases.

"There was one corridor—long, low, vaulted—where these shadowsassembled in particular. I can see them now, as I saw them then, as theyhave come to me many times in my dreams, grouped about the doorways,flitting to and fro on the bare, dismal boards, and congregated inmenacing clusters at the head of the sepulchral staircase leading to thecellars. Generally, and excepting at times when the weather wasparticularly violent, the silence here was so emphatic that I couldnever feel it was altogether natural, but rather that it was assumedespecially for my benefit—to intimidate me. If I moved, if I coughed,almost if I breathed, the whole passage was filled with hoarsereverberating echoes, that, in my affrighted ears, appeared to terminatein a series of mirthless, malevolent chuckles. Once, when fascinatedbeyond control, I stole on tiptoe along the passage, momentarilyexpecting a door to fly open and something grim and horrible to pounceout on me, I was brought to a standstill by a loud, clanging noise, asif

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