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see; he pulled away nervously on his pipe, which 
had gone out, but answered not. 
“ Bill’s afraid ;” was the tantalizing suggestion. 
‘“'There’s Sam,” said Bill suddenly ; ‘he’s not afeard 
of man or devil; ask him what he saw.” 
The person referred to was a large, broad-shoul- 
dered, pleasant-faced man, with a clear blue eye that 
looked as though it would not quail easily, and he 
responded at once : 
“T never saw anything ; but one night when I was 
coming by the cove where the Johanna was cast 
away, and where three hundred bodies were picked 
up and buried, I heard a loud scream. It sounded 
like a woman’s voice, and was repeated three or 
four times; but I couldn’t find anything, although I 
spent an hour hunting among the sand-hills, and it 
was bright moonlight. It may have been some sort 
of animal, but I don’t know exactly what.” 
“ Bill’s adventure happened in the same neighbor- 
hood, so let’s have it,’ continued the persistent 
man. 
** As Sam says,” commenced Bill, at last, ‘the 
Johanna went ashore one awful north-easter in winter 
about six miles above here, near Old Jackey’s tavern ; 
she broke up before we could do anything for her, 
and three hundred men, women, and children—for 
she was an emigrant ship—were washed ashore dur- 
ing the following week; most of them had been 
drifted by the set of the tide into the cove, and they 
were buried there; so you see it ain’t anice place of 
a dark night. 
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