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? ? ? ? When I lit my candle and went up to my room that night, there set pap, his own self!

Chapter Five

? ? ? ? I had shut the door to. Then I turned around, and there he was. I used to be scared of him all the time, he tanned me so much. I reckoned I was scared now, too; but in a minute I see I was mistaken. That is, after the first jolt, as you may say, when my breath sort of hitched- he being so unexpected; but right away after, I see I warn't scared of him worth bothering about.

? ? ? ? He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down, and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray; so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warn't no color in his face, where his face showed; it was white; not like another man's white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a body's flesh crawl- a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white.


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