You wouldn't sleep much, if I should tell you things I've seen,--things that he tells of, sometimes, for good jokes.

I've heard screams here that I haven't been able to get out of my head for weeks and weeks.

There's a place way out down by the quarters, where you can see a black, blasted tree, and the ground all covered with black ashes.

Ask anyone what was done there, and see if they will dare to tell you." "O! what do you mean ?" "I won't tell you.

I hate to think of it.