Beyond was a short, steep hill, up which we both walked, the driver having thrown the reins across his horse’s back.  At the summit was a gallows, from which hung something black. As we drew nearer I could see that the dark object was all that remained of what was once a man.  The corpse, daubed with pitch, was encircled with iron hoops like a cage, and as the wind howled over the hilltop the chain that suspended the cage creaked horribly.