![]() He had known him when living nearby in that early day. ![]() He told me the man's story when I was a boy. These details I learned from my grandfather. He was tall and thin with drooping shoulders-like someone with many problems. His hair and long, full beard were white. Something other than years had been the cause of his aging. He appeared to be seventy years old, but he was really fifty. I imagine there are few people living today who ever knew the secret of that window. Sometimes, he could be seen lying in the sun on his doorstep. It surely was not because of the man’s dislike of light and air. No one could remember a time when it was not. His simple needs were supplied by selling or trading the skins of wild animals in the town. He seemed a part of the darkness and silence of the forest, for no one had ever known him to smile or speak an unnecessary word. He lived alone in a house of logs surrounded on all sides by the great forest. But among those remaining was a man who had been one of the first people to arrive there. Many of them had already left the area for settlements further to the west. ![]() ![]() The area had a few settlements established by people of the frontier. ![]() In 1830, only a few miles away from what is now the great city of Cincinnati, Ohio, lay a huge and almost endless forest. Our story today is called “The Boarded Window.” It was written by Ambrose Bierce. ![]()
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