The Air
Was Chilly Up On The Mountain, But We Had Any Number Of Heavy Blankets
That Kept Us Warm.
The night was glorious with brilliant moonlight, and the shadows of
the pine trees on the white canvas were black and wonderfully clear
cut, as the wind swayed the branches back and forth.
The sounds of the
wind were dismal, soughing and moaning as all mountain winds do, and
made me think of the Bogy-man and other things. I found myself
wondering if anything could crawl under the tent at my side. I
wondered if snakes could have been brought in with the grass. I
imagined that I heard things moving about, but all the time I was
watching those exquisite shadows of the pine needles in a dreamy sort
of way.
Then all at once I saw the shadow of one, then three, things as they
ran up the canvas and darted this way and that like crazy things, and
which could not possibly have grown on a pine tree. And almost at the
same instant, something pulled my hair! With a scream and scramble I
was soon out of that tent, but of course when I moved all those things
had moved, too, and wholly disappeared. So I was called foolish to be
afraid in a tent after the weeks and months I had lived in camp. But
just then Mrs. Stokes ran from her tent, Major Stokes slowly
following, and then it came out that there had been trouble over there
also, and that I was not the only one in disgrace.
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