Daily camera., 1897-09-01

'sHOdlu go uOWH liltO tIldu cellar, never
theless strong impulse urged me on.
AS l cautiously proceeded thrill
came over me, something like that
which child feels when impelled by
curiosity qualified by fear, it is about
to venture into some unknown place.
would:probably have gone to my room
and procured candle had not this fear
some seHsation come over me. laughed
at myself for experiencing
Testing every step before trusting
my whole weight upon it, lest the tim
bers rotted by the dampness might
give way and precipitate me headlong
to the depths below, 1 went slowly
down into the Egyptian darkness. My
hand rested on the rude balustrade all
the way, and when it came to the end
1 knew l was standing on the last step.
I am probably no more of a coward
than most men, and had never been
afraid of darkness; but this was the
blackest night l had ever been i'm
mersed in. Really there was a lesser
degree of darkness when | closed my
eyes. for then the sensations of the
glowing western sky still fingered
Standing there on the bottom step, an
unaccountable fear came over me.
Probably it has been perceived from
this history that impatience regarding
things which seem to have a bearing
on the supernatural is one of my char
acteristics. To feel a sensation of fear
when there is no apparent reason for
it, causes disgust at what 1 consider
an objectionable weakness.
So then | determined to chastise my
cowardice by keeping en- and explor-
ing that dark hole. | would not allow
myself to beat an ignoninious retreat
simply because sensation of fear in
cined me to such course.
I took the last step, and my feet
rested on what seemed TO be loose
plank, which gave way a few inches
under my weight. From the feeling
of insecurity this brought to me,
thrust out my foot to feel my way be-
fore proceeding farther.
Before l could take a step forward,
however, from somewhere in that tomb
like darkness. in deep, solemn tones.
sounded voice:
"Another step means death. Pause
before you take it'll"
To say that I was simply startled
would not be true. l was paralyzed
with fear. My hair bristled up, my
heart began trip p-hammer action, and
the blood surged to my head in a fierce
tide. t
3 Back, for your life!" again sounded
the voice, this time in sterner tones.
Back, for"
But stayed not to hear more. Never
had that stairway been ascended in
greater haste. l fairly tumbled up,
using my hands as well us my feet
81 Pausing not to close the cook-house
door, | made 4 wild rush for my room,
intent on the one only purpose OF
escaping from the unknown terror of
that horrible voice. closed my bed
room door after l had entered, and
bolted it. Then threw myself into
the nearest chair and covered my face
with my hands.
For some time I remained so, limp,
powerless and completely unnerved.
!. The night had fallen when | again
looked up, and my room was shrouded
in gloom. Darkness was horrible; so,
staggering to my feet, fumbied about
for some matches, and in feverish haste
lit the two lamps and the candle
which were in the room. The window
was open. closed the shutters and
bolted them. The door leading into the
parlor where my grandfather's body
had reposed in the coffin waiting for
burial, SO many years ago. was alsc
open, and in my wrought-up magma
ton specters of the dead seemed to pass
before it. There was no bolt to this
door and, not feeling satisfied n having
it simply latched, by great effort l
showed tall chest of drawers against 1T.
Even thus barricaded there was no
feeling of safety. There was no know
ing what fearful mystery might come
M through the floor from the walled
up cellar beneath
The experience just passed through
was enough to frighten anyone. But
it was not that alone which caused such
u comDlete decentralization of my nerves
and so absolute terrorism of all my
faculties. There was something more
than the demonstration just encoun'
tered, something from within myself.
Looking back to the time now l real
ize how true it is that often coming
events east their shadows before.
After awhile began to realize more
and more that the intensity OF the feal
which bad swept over me was moi
wholly caused by the sound OF the
voice or the attendant circumstances
secuted all idea of supernatural orr
Yin; but, then, what was it?
The season of the year had arrived
when the farmers had about completed
ehe garnering of an abundant harvest
and therefore feeling of content
abounoled. The countryside was over
run by tramps, the members of the dus
ty fraternity well knowing that fooc
was never denied hungry man by the