I rose and looked out of the open window.

Men were hurrying down the street with lanterns.
"He's the son o' Ben Grimshaw," I heard one of them saying.

"They caught him back in the south woods yesterday.

The sheriff said that he tried to run away when he saw 'em coming." What was the meaning of this?
What had Amos Grimshaw been doing?
I trembled as I got back into bed--I can not even now explain why, but long ago I gave up trying to fathom the depths of the human spirit with an infinite sea beneath it crossed by subtle tides and currents.

We see only the straws on the surface.
I was up at daylight and Mr.Hacket came to my door while I was dressing.
"A merry day to you!" he exclaimed.