Scairt me a little cos we couldn't see a thing.
Also he said don't be 'fraid of me.

Do what I can fer ye.' I remember the man crossed the creaking floor and sat down near us after he had parleyed with Uncle Eb awhile in whispers.

Young as I was I keep a vivid impression of that night and, aided by the diary of Uncle Eb, I have made a record of what was said that is, in the main, accurate.
'Do you know where you are ?' he enquired presently, whispering as he had done before.
'I've no idee,' said Uncle Eb.
'Well, down the hill is Paradise Valley in the township o' Faraway,' he continued.

'It's the end o' Paradise Road an' a purty country.

Been settled a long time an' the farms are big an' prosperous--kind uv a land o' plenty.