A GHOST STORY 
head on de piller tel he year de yuther fuss — clink, clink, clinkity, 
clinkalinkle 1 Man rise up, he ain’t see nothin’ ’tall. Mighty 
quare! 
“Des ’bout time he gwine ter lay down ’g’in, yer come de fuss 
— clinkity, clinkalinkle. Hit soun’ like it on de mantel-shel-uf; 
let ’lone dat, hit soun’ like it in de tin box on de mantel-shel-uf; 
let ’lone dat, hit soun’ like it de money in de tin box on de man¬ 
tel-shel-uf. Man say: — 
“‘Hey! rat done got in box!’ 
“ Man look; no rat dar. He shet up de box, en set it down on de 
shel-uf. Time he do dat yer come de fuss— clinkity, clinkity, 
clinkalinkle l Man open de box en look at de money. Dem two 
silver dollars layin’ in dar des like he put um. W’iles de man dun 
dis, look like he kin year sump’n’ say ’way off yander: — 
“‘Whar my money? Oh, gim me my money!' 
“Man, he sot de box back on de shel-uf, en time he put it down 
he year de money rattle — clinkity, clinkalinkle, clink l — en den 
fum ’way off yander sump’n’ say: — 
‘“Oh, gim me my money! I want my money!' 
“Well, den, de Man git skeer’d sho’ nuff, en he got er flat-itin 
en put on de tin box, en den he tuck’n pile all de cheers ’gin’ de 
do’, en run en jump in de bed. He des know dey’s a booger cornin’. 
Time he git in bed en kiwer his head, de money rattle louder, en 
sump’n’ cry way off yander: — 
‘“I want my money! Oh, gim me my money!' 
“Man, he shake en he shiver; money, hit clink en rattle; 
booger, hit holler en cry. Booger come closter, money clink 
louder. Man shake wusser en wusser. Money say: ‘ Clinkity , 
clinkalinkle!' Booger cry, ‘ Oh, gim me my money!' Man holler, 
‘0 Lordy, Lordy!' 
“Well, den, hit keep on dis a-way,tel dreckly Man year de do’ 
open. He peep fum und’ de kiwer, en in walk de ’Oman w’at he 
done bury in de buryin’-groun’. Man shiver en shiver, win’ blow 
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