It's a spectre that takes to ha'ntin' about one of Enright's Bar-B-8 sign-camps, an' scarin' up the cattle an' drivin' 'em over a precipice, an' all to Enright's disaster an' loss.

Nacherally, Enright don't like this spectral play; an' him an' Peets lays for the wraith with rifles, busts its knee some, an' Peets ampytates its laig.

Then they throws it loose; allowin' that now it's only got one lai'g, the visitations will mighty likely cease.

Moreover Enright regyards ampytation that a-way, as punishment enough.

Which I should shore allow the same myse'f! "It ain't much of a tale.