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Wakulla

CHAPTER XVI
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Light down, gentleMEN, and come inside.

We 'uns is plain folks, and hain't got much, but sich as we has yo' 'uns is welkim to.

Sal, run fo' a bucket of water." As Frank and Jan entered the house, a little-barefooted, tow-headed girl started off with a bucket.

They were hardly seated, and their host had just begun to tell them about his wonderful "nateral well," when a loud scream was heard outside.

The next instant the little girl came flying into the house, with a terror-stricken face, and flung herself into her father's arms.
"Why! what is it, gal?
So, honey, so! Tell yer daddy what's a-skeering of ye"; and the man tried to soothe the child, and learn the cause of her sudden fright.
At length she managed to sob out, "It's the devvil, pa; the devvil's in our well, an' he hollered at me, an' I drapped the bucket an' run." At these words Frank sprang to his feet, exclaiming, "What! a voice in the well?
And you said it was a natural well, mister?
Oh, Jan, can it be ?" And then turning fiercely to the man, "Show us to the well, man, quick! What do you sit there staring for ?" Without waiting for a reply he rushed from the door, and running along a little pathway leading from it, was in another minute lying flat on the ground, looking down a hole of about six feet in diameter, and shouting, "Halloo! down there." Yes, there was an answer, and it was, "Help! he-l-p!" The two men had followed Frank from the house, and Jan had been thoughtful enough to bring with him the Manila rope that had hung at the pommel of Frank's saddle.
There was no need for words now.


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