When the moon hangs gibbous over Abol
stream;
—Of the Dolorous Demon that moans and calls
Through the mists of Abol-negassis falls.
And many a woodsman has felt his bunk
Tossed by the Phantom of Sourdna-hunk.
There’s the Giant Spook who ha’nted Lane’s
Old wangan camp and rended chains
—Great iron links of the snubbing cable—
As though they were straw—who was even