When I was left alone with the thing, the man inside got up--he really did, I saw him.
I shut him in and ran to fetch the carter, but couldn't catch him.
When I came back, the man had got out and ran into the wood.
They had lined the box with a white bed-quilt, and we found that some miles away in the bush the next day, but we never found the man; and the queer thing is that there were two men and a girl who seem to have been quite certain he was dead.

One of them, a very intelligent fellow that I am staying with now, thinks the carter must have played some trick on the way; but I hardly believe that myself, from the way the carter acted.

I think he spoke the truth; he said he had been alone on the road all day, and had been scared out of his wits by hearing the man turn in the coffin.

He seemed well frightened, too.

Of course, if this is true, the man could not really have been dead; but I'm not trying to give an explanation; I'm just telling you what occurred.