The floods have filled the vault with water, and so the coffins getting afloat, move in some eddies that we know not of, and jostle one another.

Then being hollow, they give forth those sounds you hear, and these are your evil angels.

'Tis very true the dead do move beneath our feet, but 'tis because they cannot help themselves, being carried hither and thither by the water.

Fie, Ratsey man, you should know better than to fright a boy with silly talk of spirits when the truth is bad enough.' The parson's words had the ring of truth in them to me, and I never doubted that he was right.

So this mystery was explained, and yet it was a dreadful thing, and made me shiver, to think of the Mohunes all adrift in their coffins, and jostling one another in the dark.