The entrance was half hidden among rugged piled-up boulders dripping with moisture; and was not inviting.

I remembered chasing a rabbit into this cavern when I was a boy, and though it would have been an easy matter to follow him, I preferred to stay outside in the sunshine.

The spring-hole, then, was haunted.

This did not strike me as strange.

I rather wondered that it had not been from the first; it was a likely place for ghosts.