The Man of the Laugh, a Laughter That Driven Death Out of the Blackest Night

The man's laughter, like the sun on the mottled tapestry of the poplar wood, was a heart lightning thing. If ever there were devils lurking in the edge of old indian tom's swamp, they slunk away at the sound of it. And more than once, as those who lived in teepee and cabin and far away shack could testify, that laugh had driven back death itself. In every other aspect, jolly roger appeared to be not only a harmless creature, but one especially designed by the creator of things to spread cheer and good will wherever he went.

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