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“I was quite a great girl at the time of the 
hunt in the cedar-swamp.” 
“ Tell us about it, aunt, please,” said An¬ 
nie. “ I don’t believe Kate has ever heard 
it.” 
“I should like to hear it again, at any 
rate,” remarked Kate. 
“ You must know, then,” said Miss Win¬ 
ston, “that, a great many years ago, I was 
coming home one moonlight evening from 
what were then our next neighbours, Mr. 
Smithson’s family, who lived in a little red 
house near where the Gillet House now 
stands. I had been there to do an errand, 
with my oldest sister, your aunt Patty, and 
your uncle James, then a little boy; and they 
had persuaded us to stay to tea. It was 
about eight o’clock when we left there, a 
fine moonlight night. There was deep snow 
on the ground; but the ox-teams going to 
the mill had broken the road pretty well. 
Just as we got to where the great oak-tree 
stands by the stone wall, we heard a most 
singular sound—different from anything we 
had ever heard before—down towards the 
barn.” 
“ Where was the barn ?” interrupted Kate. 
