ow-oo-ow-ooo

Updated: May 5, 2025

Joshua, Seth's old horse, picketted to a post in the back yard and grazing, or trying to graze, on the stubby beach grass, was the only living exhibit. But the sounds continued and grew louder. "Aa-ow-ooo! Ow-oo-ow-ooo!" Over the rise of a dune, a hundred yards off, where the road to Eastboro village dipped towards a swampy hollow, appeared a horse's head and the top of a covered wagon.

Joseph Crosby Lincoln - The Woman-Haters: a yarn of Eastboro twin-lights