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40 pages, ebook
First published January 1, 1928
I've seen 'em, young gentleman!" said the shepherd, "seen 'em from near by on that bit of down: and my old dog, if he could speak, he'd tell you he've seen 'em, same time. About four o'clock of the day it was, much such a day as this. I see 'em, each one of 'em, come peerin' out of the bushes and stand up, and work their way slow by them tracks towards the trees in the middle where the well is."
"And what were they like? Do tell us!" said Algernon and Wilfred eagerly.
"Rags and bones, young gentlemen: all four of 'em: flutterin' rags and whity bones. It seemed to me as if I could hear 'em clackin' as they got along. Very slow they went, and lookin' from side to side."
"What were their faces like? Could you see?"
"They hadn't much to call faces," said the shepherd, "but I could seem to see as they had teeth."
"Lor'!" said Wilfred, "and what did they do when they got to the trees?"
"I can't tell you that, sir," said the shepherd. "I wasn't for stayin' in that place...”
The boys pondered for some moments on what they had heard: after which Wilfred said: "And why's it called Wailing Well?"
"If you was round here at dusk of a winter's evening, you wouldn't want to ask why," was all the shepherd said.
"Curiosity Killed the Cat."
