"It were all along o' a spring hare hopping along in the night--without enough solid body to put a shot in. It were away back in the sixties, when I were younger nor I am now, an' a sailor chap, knockin' around doin' odd jobs, happened across my house. He were a good-hearted critter, tho' terrible lazy, 'xcept it were shootin' spring hares at night by lamp-light, which came 'xpensive by reason of his usin' up the oil an' powder. Well, one night the wind came off the seas, bringing up a great stack of clouds, makin' it that dark you couldn't tell which were solid yearth an' which were sky; but this sailor chap he would go out, an' I had to go along to hold the lamp, he not bein' keerful enough to carry it in the strap of his hat. Well, soon's I got outer the door I knew there were somethin' wrong. The black night were full o' the roar o' the surf breakin' six miles away, an' yet there were the same sort of shivery stillness you find in a great cave while the echoes are tossin' about the sound of a dying shout. In the stillness behind the holler growl o' the sea I could tell there were somethin' watchful an' bad. I wanted to turn back, but he yelled out he yeard the spring hare gruntin', an' I were obliged to foller him inter the black, with a sickly sort o' fan-shaped light streaming from the lamp. `Hist!' says he. I histed, an' peering ahead seed a big bright eye glancing out o' the dark, not mor'n twenty paces off--fer the lantern couldn't throw a reflection farther than that. `Take him an inch below the eye,' says I, an' he let rip. We went forrard to pick the hare up, but he warn't there--not a hair o' him. The grunt o' him come jest ahead agin--an' steadyin' the lamp, we caught his eye full an' bright. `I'll blow his head off,' said the sailor chap, and taking a long aim, he banged off. There warn't no dead spring hare. No, sonny; but while we gazed around his grunt come to us onct more. I took the ole gun an' loaded her up. `You take the lantern,' says I, `an' lets stop this 'ere foolishness.' A step or two we took, an' sure enough that eye blazed out onct more. I jes' knelt down under his arms, an' taking full aim at the eye, was dead sure I had the long-tailed crittur, fer he sat still as a rock, an' as onsuspicious as a tree trunk. An' I missed him. His body warn't there, but his grunt came jest as lively as ever. The sailor chap were laughing at me fer missin', but Abe Pike warn't doing no giggling. He smelt somethin' onnatural." "You had been taking grog, perhaps, that evening?"