She's almost a hundred and is pretty nearly a witch herself." Mose shambled up with some torches--pine knots dipped in tar, such as they used for hunting 'possums at night, and he and I and Radnor set out for the cabins.

I noticed that none of the other negroes volunteered to assist; I also noticed that Mose went on ahead with a low whining cry which sent chills chasing up and down my back.
"What's the matter with him ?" I gasped, more intent on the negro than the ghost we had come to search.
"That's the way he always hunts," Radnor laughed.

"There are a good many things about Mose that you will have to get used to." We searched the whole region of the abandoned quarters with a considerable degree of thoroughness.

Three or four of the larger cabins were used as store houses for fodder; the rest were empty.

We poked into all of them, but found nothing more terrifying than a few bats and owls.
Though I did not give much consideration to the fact at the time, I later remembered that there was one of the cabins which we didn't explore as thoroughly as the rest.