Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1898-02-11

at myself for experiencingit.
resting every step before trusting
my whole weight upon it, lest the tim
bers rotted by the dampness might
give way and precipitate me head]onp
to the depths below, I went SLOWLY
down into the Egyptian darkness. NV
hand rested on the rude balustrade all
the way, and when it came to the end
l knew was standing on the last step.
am probably no more of coward
than most men, and had never been
afraid of darkness; but this was the
blacklist night I had ever been i'm
mersed in. Really there was lesser
degree of darkness when closed nv
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 Impotence regarding
| things which seem to have bearing
on the supernatural is one of my char
acteristics. TO feel sensation of fear
when there is no apparent reason for
it. causes disgust at what I consider
an objectionable weakness.
So then I determined to chastise nv
co,vardicc by keeping on and explor-
ing that dark hole. I would not allow
myself to beat an ignominious retreat
simply because \ sensation of fear in
clined me to such q course.
took the last step, and my feet
rested on what seemed to be loose
plank. WHICH gave way \ few inches
under mN teight. From the feeling
of insecufHy this brought to me, I
thrust out 'ihy foot to feel my way be-
fore proceeding farther.
Before I could take q 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,"
To say that I was simply startled
would not be true. I was paralyzed
with fear. My hair bristled up, my
heart began trip-hammer action. and
the blood surged to my head in a fierce
tide.
Back. for your lifc:" again sounded
the voice, this time in sterner tones.
'Back, for"
But I stayed not to hear more. Never
had that stairway been assembled in
greater haste. 1 fairly tumbled up,
using my hands us we'll as my feet.
Pausing not to close the cook-house
door, made wild rush for my room.
intent on the one only purpose of
escaping from the unknown terror of
that horrible voice. I closed my bed
room door after 1 had entered, and
bolted it. Then I 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 I again
looked up, and my room was shrouded
in gloom. Darkness was horrible; so,
staggering to my feet. I fumbled 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 also
open, and in my wrought-up imagina-
ton specters of the dead seemed to pass
before it. There was no bolt to this
door and. not feeling satisfied in having
it simply latched, by great effort l
showed 4 tall chest of drawers against it.
Even thus barricaded there was no
feeling of safety. There was no know
ing what fearful mystery might come
up through the floor from the walled
up cellar beneath.
The experience just passed through
was enough to brighten anyone. But
it was not that alone which caused such
complete decentralization of my nerves
and so absolute u 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 real
ize how true it is that often coming
events cast their shadows before.
After awhile began to realize more
and more that the intensity of the fear
which had swept over me was not
wholly caused by the sound OF the
voice or the attendant circumstances.
/ secuted all idea of 4 supernatural ORR
gin; but, then, what was it?
The season of the year had arrived
when the farmers had about completed
the garncring of an abundant harvest
and therefore feeling of content
abounded. The countryside was over
run by tramps, the members OF the dus-
ty fraternity we'll knowing that food
was never denied hungry man by the
well-provisioned farmers. Perhaps the
cook-house cellar was rendezvous for
a number of tra1nps. Twas so eager TO
arrive at some explanation of the event
which would have 4 wholly materialistic
bearing that the absurdity OF man
seeking resting-place in a damp 1oul
cellar, when much more comfortable
bed might be secured out at the barn
amid the hay and straw, did not strike
me.
,rhan too the Mace would undOubt-