ain't any body that knows 'em or cares for 'em, why they
are left there for ever, to dry into nothin' but parchment
and atomy, as it's no joke diggin' a grave in that frozen
region.

"As soon as she see'd this, she never said another blessed
word, but jist walked off with the livin' man's pike,
and began to poke her way down the mountain as careful
as she cleverly could, dreadful tired, and awful frighted.

"Well, she hadn't gone far, afore she heard her name
echoed all round her--Happy! Happy! Happy! It seemed from
the echoes agin, as if there was a hundred people a
yelling it put all at once.

"Oh, very happy,' said she, 'very happy, indeed; guess
you'd find it so if you was here. I know I should feel
very happy if I was out of it, that's all; for I believe,
on my soul, this is harnted ground, and the people in it
are possessed. Oh, if I was only to home, to dear Umbagog
agin, no soul should ever ketch me in this outlandish
place any more, _I_ know.'

"Well, the sound increased and increased so, like young
thunder she was e'en a'most skeared to death, and in a
twitteration all over; and her knees began to shake so,
she expected to go for it every minute; when a sudden
turn of the path show'd her her husband and the poor
squatter a sarchin' for her.