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bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone,- whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom! But Legree locked his door and set a chair against it; he set a night-lamp at the head of his bed; and he put his pistols there. He examined the catches and fasten- ings of the windows, and then swore he “didn’t care for the devil and all his an- gels,” and went to sleep. Well, he slept, for he was tired,- slept soundly. But, finally, there came over his sleep a shadow, a horror, an apprehension of something dreadful hanging over him. It was his mother’s shroud, he thought; but Cassy had it, holding it up, and showing it to him. He heard a confused noise of screams and groanings; and, with it all, he knew he was asleep, and he struggled to wake himself. He was half awake. He was sure something was coming into his room. He knew the door was opening, but he could not stir hand or foot. At last he turned, with a start; the door was open, and he saw a hand putting out his light. It was a cloudy, misty moonlight, and there he saw it!- something white glid- ing in! He heard the still rustle of its ghostly garments. It stood still by his bed;- a cold hand touched his; a voice said, three times, in a low, fearful whisper, “Come! come! come!” And while he lay sweating with terror, he knew not when or how, the thing was gone. He sprang out of bed, and pulled at the door. It was shut and locked, and the man fell down in a swoon. |
