belief held “pizenous,” was the most desolate abode a human being could have selected, most of the dwellers in that section gave the place a wide berth, especially toward nightfall, and Ole ’Stracted would probably have suffered but for the charity of Ephraim and his wife, who, although often wanting the necessaries of life themselves, had long divided it with their strange neighbor.  Yet even they had never been admitted inside his door, and knew no more of him than the other people about the settlement knew.

His advent in the neighborhood had been mysterious.  The first that was known of him was one summer morning, when he was found sitting on the bench beside the door of this cabin, which had long been unoccupied and left to decay.  He was unable to give any account of himself, except that he always declared that he had been sold by some one other than his master from that plantation, that his wife and boy had been sold to some other person at the same time for twelve hundred dollars (he was particular as to the amount), and that his master was coming in the summer to buy him back and take him home, and would bring him his wife and child when he came.  Everything since that day was a blank to him, and as he could not tell the name of his master or wife, or even his own name, and as no one was left old enough to remember him, the neighborhood having been entirely deserted after the war, he simply passed as a harmless old lunatic laboring under a delusion.  He was devoted to children, and Ephraim’s small brood were his chief delight.  They were not at all afraid of him, and whenever they got a chance they would slip off and steal down to his house, where they might be found any time squatting about his feet, listening to his accounts of his expected visit from his master, and what he was going to do afterward.  It was all of a great plantation, and fine carriages and horses, and a house with his wife and the boy.

This was all that was known of him, except that once a stranger, passing through the country, and hearing the name Ole ’Stracted, said that he heard a similar one once, long before the war, in one of the Louisiana parishes, where the man roamed at will, having been bought of the trader by the gentleman who owned him, for a small price, on account of his infirmity.

“Is you gwine in dyah?” asked the woman, as they approached the hut.

“Hi! yes; ‘tain’ nuttin’ gwine hu’t you; an’ you say Ephum say he be layin’ in de baid?” he replied, his mind having evidently been busy on the subject.

“An’ mighty comical,” she corrected him, with exactness born of apprehension.

“Well?  I ’feared he sick.”

“I ain’ nuver been in dyah,” she persisted.

“Ain’ de chil’n been in dyah?”

“Dee say ’stracted folks oon hu’t chil’n.”

“Dat ole man oon hu’t nobody; he jes tame as a ole tomcat.”

“I wonder he ain’ feared to live in dat lonesome ole house by hisself.  I jes lieve stay in a graveyard at once.  I ain’ wonder folks say he sees sperrits in dat hanty-lookin’ place.”  She came up by her husband’s side at the suggestion.  “I wonder he don’ go home.”