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Ample evidence of its application will be adduced in a later part of this work. In Bulgaria the herds suffer much from the raids of certain blood-sucking vampyres called Ustrels. An Ustrel is the spirit of a Christian child who was born on a Saturday and died unfortunately before he could be baptized.
"To a belief in in these vampyres?" "I? No, indeed; if you were to shut me up in a room full of vampyres, I would tell them all to their teeth that I defied them." "But after what we have seen to-night?" "What have we seen?" "You are yourself a witness."
The mob reached the ruins of Bannerworth Hall, and crowded round it on all sides, with the view of ascertaining if a human creature, dead or alive, were there; various surmises were afloat, and some were for considering that everybody but themselves, or their friends, must be nothing less than vampyres.
"Are you men fathers? have you families? if so, I have the same ties as you have; spare me for their sakes, do not murder me, you will leave one an orphan if you do; besides, what have I done? I have injured no one." "I tell you what, friends, if we listen to him we shall all be vampyres, and all our children will all be vampyres and orphans." "So we shall, so we shall; down with him!"
"Hold your noise," said another, "and help me to get the mud out of my eye; I can't see." "Never mind," added a third, "considering how you jump, I don't think you want to see." "This comes a hunting vampyres." "Oh, it's all a judgment; who knows but he may be in the air: it is nothing to laugh at as I shouldn't be surprised if he were: only think how precious pleasant."
"To-night," he cried, and he sprang to his feet; "hark ye all, I don't believe one word about vampyres. I'll go at once; it's getting late, and let any one of you, in order that you may be convinced I have been to the place, give me any article, which I will hide among the ruins; and tell you where to find it to-morrow in broad daylight." "Well," said one, "that's fair, Tom Eccles.
He never, in all his life, did the same before." "He must have been spirited away by some of the vampyres. I'll tell you what, friend," said one to another, "that something must be done; nobody's safe in their bed." "No; they are not, indeed. I think that all vampyres ought to be burned and a stake run through them, and then we should be safe."
Indeed, an ingenious individual found a solution for that part of the business, for, as he said, nothing was more natural, when anybody died who was capable of becoming a vampyre, than for other vampyres who knew it to dig him up, and lay him out in the cold beams of the moonlight, until he acquired the same sort of vitality they themselves possessed, and joined their horrible fraternity.
As he traversed meadow after meadow he began to ask himself some questions which he found that he could not answer exactly in a consolatory manner, under the present state of things. Among these question was the very pertinent one of, "It's no argument against vampyres, because I don't see the use of 'em is it?"
This silence as regarded a matter which would at once have induced some sort of inquiry from any other man, Charles felt told much against him, and he trembled to believe for a moment that, after all, it really might be true. "Is he a vampyre?" he asked himself. "Are there vampyres, and is this man of fashion this courtly, talented, educated gentleman one?" It was a perfectly hideous question.
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