Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-02-05

ne. So kept on somehow, wondering nov
b vas to end. and presently saw the front
II Esrles Cb1 looming up On the left Tne
irht Of i, put a sudden idea into my bead l
Usou,d scramble up it and over TO Gearstousst
Tor felt certain the thing with its loose head
Ind arms could never get up that path after
Inc walked slowly TIL l came right OPP
boosi,e the cliff face, keeping my eye well on
LIE fellow Then | stoppsi dead short. and
he did too
...HuIlo there shouts, in a sort of des-
peratlon. You must keep straight on down
this track If you want to set to the village,
There's NJ other road
He never spoke, only the head TEL over 10
the other side Then | made dash for IT.
tore riadly over bit Of moss there Is, and
was twenty feet up the chh among the
startled, swearing jackdaws before | dared
to look roand could have yelled with joy,
for there ~as tina, unhOly figure a-Soing
slowly up on the moor again, and before l
could VIM or rub my eyes be disappeared IN
the mist
Well. did not come down to the path
again you may be sure, but took up over
Scelby moor and i've miles round home but
got home safely at last, and mighty thank
full, too.
You. riaybe think am gauimouing you;
but tells you honest and fair, that If You.
gentlemen. was to offer me a tiver apiece this
blessed minute would none gan over yon
Fell tonight; no, nor any other night,
either
There was dead silence when Job finished,
and we his hearers, puffed on in meditauve
fashion eyeing each other surreptitiously to
note the effect Of the narrative Then mine
host arose. and knocking out the ashes from
his pipe against the top bar of the CRATE, said
tersely;
,.Cloasing toime, lads"
The occupants of the settle began to bestir
themselves, mugs were drained to the last
drop. there was great shutting OF heavy
boots. chorus Of meet ALL" 3 clicking of
the latch, an thrush Of cold air which made
the candles splutter and fare, slamming
of a heavy door, and We were alone in the
| kitchen with John New bould and his buxom
wife.
| What is all this story which Job has been
telling usf
Nay, you must not ask me; all know is
| be came dashing in here one night scared out
| Of his wits almost, and swore he had seen
barghest or something on the moor, just as
he has told tonight"
WAS he drunkf'
Never bit, IN take my davy. He is a
steady going sort al Is Job; and can't
make bead or tail Z. ,f.n
But you don't surely believe he did ever
see this thing except i'll fancyr
II won't 20 for to say that either, for there
are a sight Of rum things as no one can I'M
derstand or fathom, and may be this is just
one Of them Anyhow, gentlemen, whether
Job kirkbright did or did not see this bog
CART a poor soul was lost somewhere on that
very moor few months before He was
queer sort who was staying up at Haverth-
| waite Hall, a brother or cousin of my lsdy's,
they said, who had had q sulistroke in India,
or in some Of those hot parts He used to
take long walks on the FEELS all alone, and
one afternoon he set out TO go over to Litton-
dale and was never seen again " hen II got
late they set out to look fer hun, and found
little fox terrier which belonged to him,
and had gone off with him, whining at the
| gate He had never been into i.ittondale
and although half of the villagers round went
up to search the moor, aud secured every
cleft and Granny and rock for miles, and
though the squire offered ElOO for any trace
of him. LIE has never been seen to this day,
and never will be now Likely Re is lying in
one OF them pot holes.
"And SO you think it was the poor wretchs
ghost that followed Jobf'
Nay, nay, won't say anything for GER
tain, but can't help tLin!1lu, altogether as
it might have been. ALI the y ear Round