The only fearful part was the crossing of the barn-floor.

But I was man enough for that.

I reached and crossed the yard in safety, searched for and found the key of the barn, which was always left in a hole in the wall by the door,--turned it in the lock, and crossed the floor as fast as the darkness would allow me.

With outstretched groping hands I found the ladder, ascended, and stood by Turkey's bed.
"Turkey! Turkey! wake up," I cried.

"It's such a beautiful night! It's a shame to lie sleeping that way." Turkey's answer was immediate.