This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 Excerpt: ...odd names as they do git for things now-a-days, a-body'd think it was a lot of poultry, when it's a great many thousand dollars. They came simultaneous with the storm. And sech a storm's it's ben--the trees uphove and Ben agrowlin' at the havoc in the green-usses--and the horses all winnowing with fright--and the roof ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1888 Excerpt: ...odd names as they do git for things now-a-days, a-body'd think it was a lot of poultry, when it's a great many thousand dollars. They came simultaneous with the storm. And sech a storm's it's ben--the trees uphove and Ben agrowlin' at the havoc in the green-usses--and the horses all winnowing with fright--and the roof of Widow Van Gilder's house, over there, took clean off--she who wa'n't even out of her room afore for months, sech a latitudinarian as she's got to be. But she's out now, for she's blew out and drowned out--her own house, too! They took her on a bed to her son-in-law's, in the new house, and she sech a latitudinarian to be out in a tempest! It's well for her she's got plenty of money and servants and blankets. She was all wrapped up in them--blankets, I mean. But where'd you find shelter? I thought a heap about you both, and fretted consid'able." "We went into the haunted house," I replied. Mrs. Blythe raised both chubby hands. "Gracious!" she exclaimed. "'Twould take consid'able to induce me to go into that house--I'd consider it a-temptin' of Providence. Still, all the same, I should love the wust kind to know what you see there, though I s'pose you'd think it the highth of inquisitiveness in me to ask you?" "Not in the least," I returned. "Clavel was there, and a person with him who--" "Clavel!" exclaimed Mrs. Blythe, in the chubbiest surprise. "What on airth took Clavel over on this side of the river and into that house?" "That is just what I should like to know," I returned, "what his business could be with the person he met there--with black hair and red-black eyes, full of venom and fire." "The evil one, without a doubt," declared M...
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