but I could not see it, and the stars were not thick enough to define its outline. Ugh! I don't like this.". . .
Several weeks' entries are missing, three leaves being torn from the book.
"Sept. 27.—It has been about here again—I find evidences of its presence every day. I watched again all last night in the same cover, gun in hand, double-charged with buckshot. In the morning the fresh footprints were there, as before. Yet I would have sworn that I did not sleep—indeed, I hardly sleep at all. It is terrible, insupportable! If these amazing experiences are real I shall go mad; if they are fanciful I am mad already.
" Oct. 3.—I shall not go—it shall not drive me away. No, this is my house, my land. God hates a coward. . . .
"Oct. 5.—I can stand it no longer; I have invited Harker to pass a few weeks with me he has a level head. I can judge from his manner if he thinks me mad.
"Oct. 7.—I have the solution of the mystery; it came to me last night—suddenly, as by revelation. How simple—how terribly simple!
"There are sounds that we cannot hear. At either end of the scale are notes that stir
