then bartram remembered the stories which had grown traditionary in reference to this strange man, who had come upon him like a shadow of the night, and was making himself at home in his old place, after so long absence, that the dead people, dead and buried for years, would have had more right to be at home, in any familiar spot, than he. ethan brand, it was said, had conversed with satan himself in the lurid blaze of this very kiln. the legend had been matter of mirth heretofore, but looked grisly now. according to this tale, before ethan brand departed on his search, he had been accustomed to evoke a fiend from the hot furnace of the lime-kiln, night after night, in order to confer with him about the unpardonable sin; the man and the fiend each laboring to frame the image of some mode of guilt which could neither be atoned for nor forgiven. and, with the first gleam of light upon the mountain-top, the fiend crept in at the iron door, there to abide the intensest element of fire until again summoned forth to share in the dreadful task of extending man's possible guilt beyond the scope of heaven's else infinite mercy.