126 NEW BRUNSWICK. 
THE GHOST OF DEADMAn's LANDING. 
" You saw that point of land we came by tlie other 
day, where I told yon a dead man was carried out from 
the woods? Well, I was there when he was killed. 
We had been logging in the woods, and doing pretty 
well till we tried to draw out an uncommon heavy stick 
of timber. Sam Masters was with us — we used to call 
him Swearing Sam, from a bad habit he was given to — 
and Sam had taken a great idea to have that stick of 
timber taken out before night ; but the horses were tired 
and it was late, and after we had dragged it part of the 
way all but Sam proposed to leave it till to-morrow. 
But Sam insisted that he was not going to give up, and 
when we all agreed to quit, he got mad and swore he 
would have that timber out alone if he had to go to 
hell for it, and work till the day of judgment. We 
tried to persuade him off, but stay he would, and we left 
him with the horses and returned to our camp, which we 
had made at the landing. After supper was finished, 
and it began to be late, we became anxious about Sara, 
and when he did not arrive, at near midnight, all hands 
set out to look him up. 
" We had not much trouble to find the horses ; they felt 
cold and hungry, and were neighing for their supper, 
but were surprised to see the log rolled off the truck, 
and Sam gone. But the next thing we noticed was 
Sam's head just out from the edge of the log, that lay 
across his body. It was an awful sight ; the moon was 
shining bright on his face, that was turned up toward 
