Now, don’t you believe folks when they say that this is all stuff and nonsense that I have been telling you; for if you turn it upside down and look in the bottom of it you will find that there is more than one grain of truth there; that is if you care to scratch among the chaff for it. And that is the end of this story.
Eight O’Clock·
The little Bats fly |Cooler winds.|
About in the Sky,
And the Kobold’s wide awake.
The great black Trees |●|
Are stirred in the Breeze,