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Ghost Story Title : The Damned Thing Part-1 By Brander Matthews By Ambrose Bierce


Ghost Story:

By the light of a tallow candle which had been placed on one end of a rough table a man was reading
something written in a book. It was an old account book, greatly worn; and the writing was not, apparently,
very legible, for the man sometimes held the page close to the flame of the candle to get a stronger light on it.
The shadow of the book would then throw into obscurity a half of the room, darkening a number of faces and
figures; for besides the reader, eight other men were present. Seven of them sat against the rough log walls,
silent, motionless, and the room being small, not very far from the table. By extending an arm any one of
them could have touched the eighth man, who lay on the table, face upward, partly covered by a sheet, his
arms at his sides. He was dead.
The man with the book was not reading aloud, and no one spoke; all seemed to be waiting for something to
occur; the dead man only was without expectation. From the blank darkness outside came in, through the
aperture that served for a window, all the ever unfamiliar noises of night in the wilderness--the long nameless
note of a distant coyote; the stilly pulsing thrill of tireless insects in trees; strange cries of night birds, so
different from those of the birds of day; the drone of great blundering beetles, and all that mysterious chorus
of small sounds that seem always to have been but half heard when they have suddenly ceased, as if conscious
of an indiscretion. But nothing of all this was noted in that company; its members were not overmuch addicted
to idle interest in matters of no practical importance; that was obvious in every line of their rugged
faces--obvious even in the dim light of the single candle. They were evidently men of the vicinity--farmers
and woodsmen.
The person reading was a trifle different; one would have said of him that he was of the world, worldly, albeit
there was that in his attire which attested a certain fellowship with the organisms of his environment. His coat
would hardly have passed muster in San Francisco; his foot-gear was not of urban origin, and the hat that lay
by him on the floor (he was the only one uncovered) was such that if one had considered it as an article of
mere personal adornment he would have missed its meaning. In countenance the man was rather
prepossessing, with just a hint of sternness; though that he may have assumed or cultivated, as appropriate to
one in authority. For he was a coroner. It was by virtue of his office that he had possession of the book in
which he was reading; it had been found among the dead man's effects--in his cabin, where the inquest was
now taking place.
When the coroner had finished reading he put the book into his breast pocket. At that moment the door was
pushed open and a young man entered. He, clearly, was not of mountain birth and breeding: he was clad as
those who dwell in cities. His clothing was dusty, however, as from travel. He had, in fact, been riding hard to
attend the inquest.
The coroner nodded; no one else greeted him.
'We have waited for you,' said the coroner. 'It is necessary to have done with this business to-night.'
The young man smiled. 'I am sorry to have kept you,' he said. 'I went away, not to evade your summons, but
to post to my newspaper an account of what I suppose I am called back to relate.'
The coroner smiled.
'The account that you posted to your newspaper,' he said, 'differs, probably, from that which you will give
here under oath.'
'That,' replied the other, rather hotly and with a visible flush, 'is as you please. I used manifold paper and
have a copy of what I sent. It was not written as news, for it is incredible, but as fiction. It may go as a part of
my testimony under oath.'
'But you say it is incredible.'
'That is nothing to you, sir, if I also swear that it is true.'
The coroner was silent for a time, his eyes upon the floor. The men about the sides of the cabin talked in
whispers, but seldom withdrew their gaze from the face of the corpse. Presently the coroner lifted his eyes and
said: 'We will resume the inquest.'
The men removed their hats. The witness was sworn.
'What is your name?' the coroner asked.
'William Harker.'
'You knew the deceased, Hugh Morgan?'
'You were with him when he died?'
'Near him.'
'How did that happen--your presence, I mean?'
'I was visiting him at this place to shoot and fish. A part of my purpose, however, was to study him and his
odd, solitary way of life. He seemed a good model for a character in fiction. I sometimes write stories.'
'I sometimes read them.'
'Thank you.'
'Stories in general--not yours.'
Some of the jurors laughed. Against a somber background humor shows high lights. Soldiers in the intervals
of battle laugh easily, and a jest in the death chamber conquers by surprise.
'Relate the circumstances of this man's death,' said the coroner. 'You may use any notes or memoranda that
you please.'
The witness understood. Pulling a manuscript from his breast pocket he held it near the candle and turning the
leaves until he found the passage that he wanted began to read.

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