that circled around the front of the house, was a huge pile of coal which led back to an old ruined mine, back of which was little woods.
     But I went again, following the yellow rugged winding road, hearing no sound but the rush of the wind and an occasional “Caw! – Caw!” Towards the top of the slope which the road and I had been climbing I saw - another scene of desolation. Half of the First Haunted House had been torn down; so this was another scene of former years, another landmark gone. I shall miss this old tumbling house very much; it always looked so picturesque and wild. It was - when it was - situated close to the road, but still was almost hidden, for close to the wall were locust saplings growing, in front of which were wild rose bushes and snowdrop bushes, growing in wild confusion.  At the turn of the road is a tall spreading locust tree, with the size, and strength, as it seems of an oak. The windows and open doors of the house always looked so mysterious - that my mysteriousness that has a charm for the imaginative.
     As I slowly walked on I saw the cause of this devastation. Just beyond the house was a huge tresle, surmounted by several small sheds, which had been made from the material gotten from the haunted houses. This was the outlet of Reese’s coal