A Penny Down the Well: A Short Story Collection of Horrifying Events
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April 18, 1847
Last night, I was privy to the most pecular thing... while I was sleeping, I herd the sounds of men chanting words Ive never herd before. I woke up to look out of my tent and saw that it was the two Indian fellas and they were still awake over the fire. The sounds were only part of whatever it was they were doin. There were feathers in their hands and they were shakin them back and forth. The eyes of one of the two men were wite, like they were rolled back in his hed. The one with the feathers, he threw some dust into the fire and it made the fire rise high before it came back down. I swear to you, I saw somethin in that fire. I cant explain it to you, but it wasnt just flames. Im going to talk with Floyd about it when I have a chance. I know we need these Indians to help. I just hope that they dont beckon anything thats gonna make this worse.
Sincerely,
Hattie