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Chapter 5 A TRAGEDY IN THE WOODS

Word Count: 929    |    Released on: 27/11/2017

en we got home that we never stopped on our road, but made a break for the sycamores as tight as we could go, to

bunch and heard two or three terrible screams for help. "Poor Jake is killed, sure," we says. We was scared through and through, and broke for the tobacker field and hid there, trembling so our clothes would ha

seemed like being that close to a ghost, and it give me the cold shudders. The moon come a-swelling up out of the ground, now, powerful big and round and bright, behind a comb of trees, like a face l

-what'

by surprise that way. I'm 'most ready

's something coming o

't,

errible

dy-lordy

it's a-comin

ail and gazing-yes, and gasping too. It was coming down the road-coming in the shadder of the trees, and you couldn't see it good; not till it was pretty clos

two; then it was gone. We talked

y, or like they're made out

the goggles and the wh

loud countrified Sunday clothes-

stcot, fire-red a

s of the breeches legs and on

and th

for a ghos

ind-a black stiff-brim stove-pipe, very high, and n

if its hair was

id, then again it s

t it had its bag alo

can there be a

-stuff. They've got to have their things, like anybody else. You see, yourself, that its clothes was

ult with it. Bill Withers and his brother

u reckon he

ut it was p

gger stealing corn from ol

allowed I wouldn't

's me

unpopular old Uncle Silas had got to be now. They wouldn't 'a' let

s and getting louder, and sometimes a cackle of a

ubiter

es

about an hour ago, just before sundown-him and the parson. Said he guess

red, I

orks s

you

g after them, because they was going our way and it wouldn't be comfortable to

ber-a Saturday. I sha'n't ever forg

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