On
that night it so happened that the cemetery in one corner of which lay
the now honored ashes of the late Milton Gilson, Esq., was partly under
water. Swollen by incessant rains, Cat Creek had spilled over its banks
an angry flood which, after scooping out unsightly hollows wherever the
soil had been disturbed, had partly subsided, as if ashamed of the
sacrilege, leaving exposed much that had been piously concealed. Even
the famous Gilson monument, the pride and glory of Mammon Hill, was no
longer a standing rebuke to the "viper brood"; succumbing to the sapping
current it had toppled prone to earth. The ghoulish flood had exhumed
the poor, decayed pine coffin, which now lay half-exposed, in pitiful
contrast to the pompous monolith which, like a giant note of admiration,
emphasized the disclosure.
Ambrose Bierce
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1 comments:
Imagine finding a washed up corpse in your back yard.
Or seeing one standing upright in the bushes.....that has hilarious. Wind blowing through his throat....HA.
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