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theer ghashly 'Oller I see a light, fust of all, a-leapin' an'

a-dancin' about 'h to curdle a hts?'

says Joel Amos, cockin' 'is eye into 'is ehten a le, fierce-like; 'what if I tell ye the place

be full o' flamin' fire--what if I tell ye I see the devil

'isself, all smoke, an' sparks, an' brih the tops o' the trees?'

'Lord!' says everybody, an' well they ht, Peter, an' nobody

says nothin' for a while 'I wonder,' says Joel Ah the tops o' the trees--an'

why?' 'That'll be poor Peter bein' took away,' says I, 'I'll go

an' find the poor lad's corp' in the mornin'--an' 'ere I be"

"And you find me not dead, after all your trouble," said I

"If," said the Ancient, sighing, "if your ars was broke, now--or if your 'air was singed, or your face all

burned an' blackened wi' sulphur, I could ha' took it kinder;

but to find ye a-sittin' eatin' an' drinkin'--it aren't what I

expected of ye, Peter, no" Shaking his headsnuff-box, but, having extracted a

pinch, paused suddenly in the act of inhaling it, to stare at me

very hard "But," said he, in a more hopeful tone, "but your

face be all bruised an' swole up, to be sure, Peter"