Charles Ashmore's Trail
by Ambrose Bierce
The family of Christian Ashmore consisted
wife, his mother, two grown daughters, and
son of sixteen years
They lived in Troy, New York, were well-to-do, respectable persons, and had many friends, some of whom, reading these lines, will doubtless learn
first time the extraordinary fate
young man
From Troy the Ashmores moved in 1871 or 1872 to Richmond, Indiana, and
year or two later
vicinity of Quincy, Illinois, where Mr Ashmore bought
farm and lived
At some little distance
farmhouse was
spring with
constant flow of clear, cold water, whence the family derived its supply for domestic use at all seasons

evening
9th of November in 1878, at about nine o'clock, young Charles Ashmore left the family circle
hearth, took
tin bucket and started toward the spring
As
return, the family became uneasy, and going
door
he had left the house, his father called without receiving an answer
He then lighted
lantern and
eldest daughter, Martha, who insisted on accompanying him, went in search

light snow had fallen, obliterating the path, but making the young man's trail conspicuous; each footprint was plainly defined
After going
little more than half-way--perhaps seventy-five yards--the father, who was in advance, halted, and elevating his lantern stood peering intently
darkness ahead

"
the matter, father ? " the girl asked

the matter: the trail
young man had abruptly ended, and all beyond was smooth, unbroken snow
The last footprints were as conspicuous as any
line; the very nail-marks were distinctly visible
Mr Ashmore looked upward, shading his eyes
hat held
lantern
The stars were shining;
not
cloud
sky;
denied the explanation which had suggested itself, doubtful as it
--a new snowfall with
limit so plainly defined
Taking
wide circuit round the ultimate tracks, so
leave them undisturbed for further examination, the man proceeded
spring, the girl following, weak and terrified
Neither had spoken
word of what both had observed
The spring was covered with ice, hours old

Returning
house they noted the appearance
snow on both sides
trail its entire length
No tracks led away

The morning light showed nothing more
Smooth, spotless, unbroken, the shallow snow lay everywhere

Four days later the grief-stricken mother herself went
spring for water
She came back and related that in passing the spot where the footprints had ended she had heard the voice of her son and
eagerly calling to him, wandering
place, as she had fancied the voice
now in one direction, now in another, until she was exhausted with fatigue and emotion

Questioned
what the voice had said, she was unable
, yet averred
words were perfectly distinct
In
moment the entire family was
place, but nothing was heard,
voice was believed
an hallucination caused
mother's great anxiety and her disordered nerves
But for months afterward, at irregular intervals of
, the voice was heard
several members
family, and by others
All declared it unmistakably the voice of Charles Ashmore; all agreed
seemed
from
great distance, faintly, yet with entire distinctness of articulation; yet none could determine its direction, nor repeat its words
The intervals of silence grew longer and longer, the voice fainter and farther, and by midsummer
heard no more

If anybody knows the fate of Charles Ashmore
probably his mother
dead
