Before I could collect my thoughts and enter upon any speculations as to what this apparition might portend, I heard another one coming for I recognized his clack-clack.

He had two-thirds of a coffin on his shoulder, and some foot and head boards under his arm.
I mightily wanted to peer under his hood and speak to him, but when he turned and smiled upon me with his cavernous sockets and his projecting grin as he went by, I thought I would not detain him.

He was hardly gone when I heard the clacking again, and another one issued from the shadowy half-light.

This one was bending under a heavy gravestone, and dragging a shabby coffin after him by a string.

When he got to me he gave me a steady look for a moment or two, and then rounded to and backed up to me, saying: "Ease this down for a fellow, will you ?" I eased the gravestone down till it rested on the ground, and in doing so noticed that it bore the name of "John Baxter Copmanhurst," with "May, 1839," as the date of his death.