. San Nicola [numero]. ere. È probabilmente una mucca vagante. No, è nt, Eliot. Davvero! Essa è stata abouteight alto due metri e bianco, e aveva lunghi bracci,ordina di distesa. Wow ! Sono contento ho fatto nt soddisfare, kid ! Wherewas ??? Non lontano dalla molla-off nel bosco. Nonostante il suo sforzo di apparire indifferenti, theboys non poteva fare a meno di notare che il cugino Williehad stato spaventato. Essi si sono chiesti cosa appa-rition aveva di fronte a lui nel buio, silentwoods. Andremo avanti e coraggio a lui di mortal com-bat? Tom aveva chiesto. I fantasmi non sono supposti per essere mortale, youknow, suo fratello suggerito. Che consente di

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. ere. It s probably a stray cow. No, it is nt, Eliot. Really! It was abouteight feet tall, and white, and it had long arms, sort of stretched out. Wow ! I m glad I did nt meet it, kid ! Wherewas it ? Not far from the spring—off in the woods. In spite of his effort to appear unconcerned, theboys could not help noticing that Cousin Williehad been frightened. They wondered what appa-rition had confronted him in the dark, silentwoods. Shall we go forth and dare him to mortal com-bat? Tom asked. Ghosts are not supposed to be mortal, youknow, his brother suggested. That makes itextremely hard to carry on any kind of combatwith one. Of course I am ready to draw mysword in defense of Beaver Camp, but—er —had nt we better wait until the ghost comes outon the beach ? There s so much more spacehere, and the light s better, not to say— Oh, look ! gasped Charlie. There comes theghost! Two of em! added Jack, excitedly. Whatspooky things ! They must be fully eight feet tall, just as Bill said !. THEY WERE NOT REASSURING OBJECTS TO BEHOLD IN A DARK SPOT. 97 918 THE TOWNSEND TWINS—CAMP DIRECTORS [Aug., There could be no doubt about it! The ghostsof Beaver Camp really had arrived. Of coursescience and sense asserted that such things didnot and could not exist. Yet one could not doubtwhat his eyes actually beheld, philosophical state-ments to the contrary notwithstanding. Nor were the boys asleep, and merely imagin-ing, as part of a dream, the existence of the spec-ters. On the contrary, they were unusuallywide-awake just now! Too greatly bewilderedand startled to talk much, all had risen, and nowthey stood watching with a sort of hypnotic fas-cination the slow, impressive progress of thespecters. Each was fully eight feet tall. The heads wereinvisible except for the eyes, which glowed witha kind of phosphorescent brilliance. The longarms of the ghosts were extended, and occa-sionally these moved as if beckoning to the boys.Loose white draperies flutter

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• bookauthordodgemar
• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookyear1873