Inglenook, The (1907) . me well-directedkicks on the ribs of the young porkers and said,Dont mind them, stranger, they are only housepigs. After supper the man, and I and thehired hand, sat out on the porch for severalhours, for it was at harvest time and prettywarm weather; and the man talked freely ofhow hard it was to make a living in that sec-tion of the State. Nine oclock came, and every one went tobed. The hired man went to the hay-loft,and I was given the bed in the living room,while the man and his wife climbed the steepladder to the attic above. I was tired and the bed felt good to me
Inglenook, The (1907) . me well-directedkicks on the ribs of the young porkers and said,Dont mind them, stranger, they are only housepigs. After supper the man, and I and thehired hand, sat out on the porch for severalhours, for it was at harvest time and prettywarm weather; and the man talked freely ofhow hard it was to make a living in that sec-tion of the State. Nine oclock came, and every one went tobed. The hired man went to the hay-loft,and I was given the bed in the living room,while the man and his wife climbed the steepladder to the attic above. I was tired and the bed felt good to mewhen I lay down on it, but in spite of myweariness I could not go to sleep. I think,however, that it was my own fears thatkept me awake; for my head had hardlytouched the pillow when all of the horriblestories that I had ever heard of murdered travelersflitted through my mind and made me feel uneasy;for I had a considerable sum of money on my personat that moment. ? At last I fell asleep, but my sleep was troubled and. ? On the Way to Annual Meeting,Steamboat Roclc, Garden of the Gods. broken, which might have been caused by the heartysupper that I had eaten. But whatever the cause,I did not sleep sound, and when some time during thenight, the ladder creaked beneath someones was wide-awake in an instant. My heart flew into my mouth as the person cameon down the ladder, and softly crossed the room to ths THE INGLENOOK.—May 7, 1907. 437 fireplace. Soon I heard a scratching among the cov-ered brands on the hearth; and then a tiny light blazedup as the person arose with a lighted pine splinterin hand, which was held up before the face of theclock. The clocks hands pointed to half past one, and Ialso saw tliat it was the man of the house who wasprowling around. As I made that discovery the manturned around and looked towards my bed. Acting
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