"Eliza, it is awful. I shall go mad if you go on. My brain is turning now."
The sight indeed was a wonder. As it appeared from the road under the hill, a white horse arose from the grave-yard on the hill-side, and stood on his hind legs with his forefeet in the air.
"He is pawing the sky," said Obed; "never did any mortal man see a sight like that. He is climbing a shadow. I shall go crazy. Whoa!"
Eliza shook the reins, and said, firmly, "Go along!"
"Eliza, it must be that Halloween. My nerves are all shaken up. I've heard of white horses before. I tell you, stop! We'll get out of the back of the wagon, and run home."
"Never!" said Eliza.
"Well, I am going, anyway." Obed leaped from the wagon, exclaiming, "I'll give the alarm!"
"I am going for the doctor," said Eliza.
Obed flew. It was indeed a fearful tale that he had to tell when he reached the farm-house. We think that there seldom ever was heard a Halloween tale like that.
"It was a white horse, standing in the grave-yard, with his hind feet on the graves and his paws in the sky," said he, "and under him was a shadow like a cloud, and—"