| It was a dark night when Fred Marine hitched his faithful work horse to the wagon. His journey would be a sombre one, while he thought of his sick friend who laid on his death bed. He had taken sick awhile back, and the general word around Cokesbury Road, was that there wasn't much time left. Mr. Hacket was an elderly farmer who owned the property several farms over. He and Fred had known each other for years. This was not a plesant task for Fred, by any means. He'd hoped to be able to say goodbye to his buddy, before death knocked at his door. |
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| MR. HACKETT'S FINAL JOURNEY |
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| As he neared Hackett's place, the moon shown down on the old gray farm house in the distance. Fred could make out the grave stones in the cemetary near by. several trees were silouetted, and he could see the amber lights that were on in the farm house windows. Then, what happened, made his hair stand on end. Tiny lights came down out of the sky and went into one of the trees. Fred watched in amazement, as those lights that surely weren't fireflys, hovered in the trees, only to assend and dissapear into the darkness. "Hackett's gone," Fred thought to himself. |
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| After making sure the horse and wagon wasn't gonna take a side trip, without a driver, Fred went up the front steps and knocked on the door. Everyone inside was either crying or looked very sad. "We're, sorry Fred, but Hackett just passed away." |
| What fred Marine had seen that night has been passed on to several generations of the Marine family, many of whom still reside on Maryland's Eastern Shore. |
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