That animal is dangerous.

I shall be almost afraid to be alone now." "I shall be afraid to go to school." "No, Gretchen, you needn't be afraid.

I'll go with you mornin's and carry the gun.

I like to walk mornin's under the trees, the air does smell so sweet." That night, just as the last low tints of the long twilight had disappeared and the cool, dewy airs began to move among the pines, a long, deep, fearful cry was heard issuing from the timber.

Mrs.Woods started up from her bed and called, "Gretchen!" The girl had been awakened by the cry, which might have been that of a child of a giant in pain.
"Did you hear that ?" asked Mrs.Woods.
"Let's get up and go out," said Gretchen.
Presently the same long, clear, pitiable cry, as if some giant distress, was repeated.
"It seems human," said Mrs.Woods.