Did you hear anything in the timber last night ?" "Yes," said Mrs.Woods.

"Wasn't it mysterious?
Lost your cattle, boy?
I am sorry for your folks.

Mabbie (may be) 'tis Injuns." "No; father says that he can find no injury on them." "'Tis awful mysterious like," said Mrs.Woods, "cattle dyin' without anything ailin' 'em! I've always thought this was a good country, but I don't know.

Tell your folks I'm sorry for 'em.

Can I do anything for you?
I'll come over and see ye in the course of the day." That night the same strange, wild, pleading cry was repeated in the timber.
"There's something very strange about that sound," said Mrs.Woods.