...the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps the guttural twang of a bull-frog, from a neighbouring marsh, as if sleeping uncomfortably, and turning suddenly...bed. All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he liad heard in the afternoon, now came crowding upon his recollection. The night grew darker and darker...

...the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps the guttural twang of a bull-frog, from a neighbouring marsh, as if sleeping uncomfortably, and turning suddenly in his bed. All the stones of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon, now came crowding upon his recollection....

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...occasionally the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps the guttural twang of a bull-frog, from a neighboring marsh, as if sleeping uncomfortably, and...and darker ; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the eky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He had never felt so lonely and dismal....

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...very great interval, with an air quite desolate and chop-fallen.' As he pursued his way homeward, ' all the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon came crowding upon his recollection. When he approached the haunted bridge, he was fully prepared to...

...occasionally the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps the guttural twang of a bull-frog, from a neighboring marsh, as if sleeping uncomfortably, and turning suddenly in his bed." Not thus would these objects have appeared to one who was in such a sensitive and excited condition...