A strange noise through the tall pines in the Big Woods! A sort of sighing that grows into a wail and dies away. If it is dusk the new-comer to the woods draws a little closer to the cheerful fire. All about him is a wall of shadowy trees.
    “Funny noise the wind makes through the trees,” he says.
    “Wind nothing!” snorts the Old-timer, “That just shows you don’t know a thing about these woods. Why, everybody around here knows that’s the noise made by the accordianteater.”
    “The accordianteater!”
    “Sure. It isn’t likely you’ll get sight of him while you’re up here, as he keeps himself hidden in the dark, shady places. Sometimes you can hear him in the daytime, but mostly he’s out at night. He makes that queer, wailing noise with his body, which is built just like an accordion, and he just pulls himself out and squeezes himself up. Listen! There he goes again!”