I was quite ignorant or unthinking, and asked what the holes were.
"It is where the coyotes and wolves come in the nights," said Jack.
My heart sickened as I thought of these horrors, and I wondered if Ehrenberg held anything in store for me worse than what I had already seen.

We turned away from this unhallowed grave-yard and walked to our quarters.

I had never known much about "nerves," but I began to see spectres in the night, and those ghastly graves with their coyote-holes were ever before me.

The place was but a stone's throw from us, and the uneasy spirits from these desecrated graves began to haunt me.

I could not sit alone on the porch at night, for they peered through the lattice, and mocked at me, and beckoned.