“Do you mean that thing you call a haunt? I never saw one, and there are none.”
“I know better; kase thar is,” said Godfrey, earnestly. “I seed it myself with my own two eyes in broad daylight, an’ so did Dannie an’ three or four of the gen’ral’s niggers.”
“Well, it is very strange that no one else could see it,” said Clarence. “My aunt wanted to take Marsh and me out riding yesterday afternoon, but the hostler wouldn’t hitch up because he was afraid to go near the barn; so uncle, and Don, and Bert, and I went out there and searched high and low for the thing that had frightened him, and could find nothing.”
“In course you couldn’t, kase it’s a haunt. Nobody can’t see ’em, ’ceptin’ when they wants to be seed.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Clarence. “I didn’t suppose there was a man in this day and age of the world who would talk as you do. Did you see any thing yesterday?”
“Yes, sar, I did.”
“You saw it yourself, did you?”
“Yes, I done seed it my own self.”
“What did it look like?”
“It looked jest as ole Jordan did the last time I seed him, afore he run away with the Yanks.”