The winds came cool and damp out of the hiding-places among their dark recesses.

The country people about here called this region the "Witches' Hollow," and had many stories about the strange things that happened there.

The Indians used to hold their "powwows," or magical incantations, upon a broad mound which rose out of the common level, and where some old hemlocks and beeches formed a dark grove, which served them as a temple for their demon-worship.

There were many legends of more recent date connected with this spot, some of them hard to account for, and no superstitious or highly imaginative person would have cared to pass through it alone in the dead of the night, as this young girl was doing.
She knew nothing of all these fables and fancies.

Her own singular experiences in this enchanted region were certainly not suggested by anything she had heard, and may be considered psychologically curious by those who would not think of attributing any mystical meaning to them.
We are at liberty to report many things without attempting to explain them, or committing ourselves to anything beyond the fact that so they were told us.