Whirirr-rr-r-r——!
Yes! the wind is rising, but how like a lost spirit it wails.
Urr-rr-rr-r-r-r——!
My Lord! it's not the wind! What is it? Great Heavens!
Urr-rr-rr-rr-r-r-r-r!
I started up in a sitting posture, and, bathed in a cold perspiration, remained listening, my hair bristling with terror.
Urr-rr-rr-rr-r-r-r-r—"Ha—ha—ha!"
I could bear no more! Springing out, I called:
"Grandmother! Grandmother!"
"What's the matter? Why, what ails the child?" exclaimed Mrs. Hawkins.