spectreless

Updated: September 29, 2025

I looks ter see him a-stalkin' roun' hyar some night, too outdone an' aggervated ter rest in his grave." But the nights continued spectreless and peaceful on the Great Smoky, and the same serene stars shone above the mountain as over the Cove.

Mary Noailles Murfree - His "Day In Court": 1895