Roy Blakeley in the Haunted Camp

It is a Fiction Short Story Book. The Book says One fine day in the merry month of August when the birds were singing in the trees and all the schools were closed and hikes and camping and ice cream cones were in season, and the chickens were congregated on the platform of the Hicksville, North Carolina, post office, something of far reaching consequence happened. On that day Joshua Hicks, postmaster general of that thriving world centre, emerged from the post office, adjusted his octagon shaped, steel rimmed spectacles exactly half way down his long nose, held a certain large envelope at arm's length and contemplating it with an air of rueful perplexity said.