IN THE HAUNTS OF THE LOON 



the cry of the loon, that cynical, garrulous 

 cachinnation which you heard last in the gath- 

 ering dusk that was the final eerie touch to 

 coming night, an ebon note of wild glee which 

 ended in a wail. 



No weirder echo was in hell; 



The loon laughed, and then silence fell. 



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