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"Oh, most anywhere." "Why, is it hid all around?" "No, indeed it ain't. It's hid in mighty particular places, Huck sometimes on islands, sometimes in rotten chests under the end of a limb of an old dead tree, just where the shadow falls at midnight; but mostly under the floor in ha'nted houses." "Who hides it?" "Why, robbers, of course who'd you reckon? Sunday-school sup'rintendents?"
"Law', honey," said the old man, with a sly twinkle in his rheumy eye, "you is de sma'tes' little white boy I ever knowed, but you is got a monst'us heap ter l'arn yit, chile. Nobody ain' done tol' you 'bout de Black Cat an' de Ha'nted House, is dey?" "No, Uncle Peter you tell me." "I didn' knowed but Miss Grac'ella mought a tole you she knows mos' all de tales." "No, she hasn't.
Ther' was a time, in the days when they talked of it bein' ha'nted, you'd hear folks call it Eberdeen Manor; but not no, and my father likely's been dead these forty years now never, Mr. Eberdeen's house!" "'Mr. Eberdeen there was such a person, then? "'There'll be a time, me boy, when they'll doubt yerself was a living thing. He straightened his bent body reprehensibly; he shook his head.
The tavern-keeper's young son said it was kept locked all the time, and he never saw anybody go into it or come out of it except at night; he did not know any particular reason for this state of things; had had some little curiosity, but it was rather feeble; had made the most of the mystery by entertaining himself with the idea that that room was "ha'nted"; had noticed that there was a light in there the night before.
I didn't see anything but a bottle and a tin cup on the floor by Injun Joe; yes, I saw two barrels and lots more bottles in the room. Don't you see, now, what's the matter with that ha'nted room?" "How?" "Why, it's ha'nted with whiskey! Maybe ALL the Temperance Taverns have got a ha'nted room, hey, Huck?" "Well, I reckon maybe that's so. Who'd 'a' thought such a thing?
"By heck! but that's a purty saddle he carries!" "What say, Taggart?" "For God's sake, no, Bishop! No I got enough dead faces looking at me now from this place. I'm ha'nted into hell a'ready, like he said he was yisterday. By God! I sometimes a'most think I'll have my ears busted and my eyes put out to git away from the bloody things!" "Ho! Scared, are you? Well, I'll do it myself.
Some days I 'most get holt of it again I thought I could, on the organ, but I can't, not the hull of it. Someway I've lost it it's pretty hard. It ha'nts me if you ever be'n ha'nted, you know how bad it is." No, the girl who was leaning on the fence had never been ha'nted, but her eyes were wide with pity for the old soul who had marched through Georgia and forgotten the tune.
The tavern-keeper's young son said it was kept locked all the time, and he never saw anybody go into it or come out of it except at night; he did not know any particular reason for this state of things; had had some little curiosity, but it was rather feeble; had made the most of the mystery by entertaining himself with the idea that that room was "ha'nted"; had noticed that there was a light in there the night before.
Pewee's party drew close together, and Riley whispered hoarsely: "The house is ha'nted." Just then the hideous and fiery death's-head made a circuit, and swung, grinning, into Riley's face, who could stand no more, but broke into a full run toward the river.
But you know mighty well people don't go about that ha'nted house in the day nor the night." "Well, that's mostly because they don't like to go where a man's been murdered, anyway but nothing's ever been seen around that house except in the night just some blue lights slipping by the windows no regular ghosts."
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