Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1852-11-06

print. However, as twenty years have
elapsed, and | have never yet met with il
in type, | will venture 10 give the outlines
of the narrative.
Major Rupert Stanley, "bold dragoon"
in the service OF his majesty George III,
found himself, one dark and clustering
night in autumn, riding towards London on
the old York road. He had supped with
a friend, who lived at village some dis
tance off the road, and he was unfamiliar
with the country. Though not raining,
the air was damp, and the heavy, surchar-
ged clouds threatened every moment TO
pour down their contents. But the major,
though young man, was an old campaign
er; and with warm cloak wrapped abont
him, and a good horse under him, would
have cared very little for storm aud dark
ness, had he felt sure OF good bed for
himself, and comfortable quarters for his
horse when he had ridden far enough for
the strength of his faithful animal. A good
horseman cares as much for the comfort OF
his steed as for his own ease. To add to
the discomfort of the evening, there was
some chance of meeting highwaymen but
Major Stanley felt no untaSiness on that
score, as, just before leaving his friends
house, he had examined his holster pistols,
and freshly primed them. A brush with
highwayman would enhance the romance
OF night journey.
So he logged along; but mile after mile
was passed, and no twinkling light in the
distance gave notice of the appearance of
the wished for inn. The majors horse be-
gan 10 give unmiStakeabIe evidence of dis
tress-s,umbling once or twice, and recov-
ering himself with difficulty. At last, a
dim light suddenly appeared at turn of
The road. The horse pricked up his ears,
and trolted forward with spirit, soon halt
ing beside a one-Story cottage. The ma
ior was disappointed, but be rode up TO the
door and raped loudly with the butt of his
riding whip. The summons brought a
sleepy coUer to the door.
"My good friend" said the major, "can
you tell me how far il is to the next inn 20
"Eh it BE- about zeven mile, zur," was
the answer, in the broad Yorkshire dialect
Of the district. .. .s.
'.Seven miles," exclaimed the major, in
a tone of deep disappointment, sand my
horse is already blown! My good fellow,
can't you put my horse somewhere, and
give me bed will pay you literally
for your trouble"
"Eh Goodness zakes!" said the rustic
81 be nought but ditcher There be noG
plaze TO put the nag in, and there be only
one room and one bed in the cot"
y "What s1aH l do :" cried the major, a
|, his wits end.
: CPL tell zee, zur," said the rustic, scratch
g ing his head violently, as il TO extract hi
e ideas by the roots. "Thrre be a voint
e large house on the the road, about moil
Z vuvher on. It's noa an inn, but the colo
y mel zees company vor the yun o. the thini
h -'cause he loikes to zee company abou
l. 'un. You must "a beard ov him--Colone
g Rogers used to be soger once"
't "Sly no more," cried the major. ''
e hare heard Of this hospiable gentleman
s. and his having been in The army gives m
'e sure claim to his attention. Here's
S, crown for your information, my goo
k Giend Come, Marlborough :" e..
+ Touching his steed with the spur, III
major rode off, feeling an eXhilaration {
D, spirits which soon communicated itself
ID The horse. A sharp trot of few minute
Ie brought him 10 large mansion, whlc
o' stood unlenced, like a huge caravansery
Z by the roadside. He made for the fro,
y door, and, without dismounting, piled th
lie large brass knoCker till servant in liver
re made his appearance.
IN "Is your master up 2" asked the major
:" 81 am the occupant Of this house," sal
o. venerable gentleman, making his appeal
le ance at the hall door.
e 81 am a benghted traveller, sir" sal
I'd the major, touching his hat, sand come
claim your well-known hospitality. Ca
a YOU give me bed for the night! a
I'd afraid my four-footed companion is hardl
od able to carry me 10 the next lnn."
n 81 cannot promise you bed, sir," sa
OF the host, ''for have but one spare bed
It, the house."
OF "And that ?"-said the major.
ng "Happens 10 be in room that does n
as enjoy very pleasing reputation.
he short, sir, one room of my house is haun
lat ed l. and that is the only one, uniortunat
mt ly, that can place at your disposal t
te, night"
rer "My dear sir," said the major, springil
from his horse, and tossing the bride to Il
he servant, "you enchant me beyond eSpr'
I'D sion A haunted chamber! The We
le- thing-and who have never seen gho'
me What luck"
alb, The host shood his head gravely.
osl 81 never knew man." he said, ''to pi
M a night in that chamber without resretti
and it,"
ra-, Major Stanley laughed, as he took
md pistols from the holster-pipes. "Wi
m these friends of mine," he said, 81 fear n
ther ghost nor demon"
ess, Colonel Rogers showed his guest into
of comfortable parlor, where sea-coai t
sed was burning cheerfully in CRATE, and
rest ireshments most welcome TO weary I
yer weller, stood upon table.
k "Mine host" was an old campaigner, a
oot, had seen much service during the war
ket, the American Revolution, and he was
I'd OF interesting anecdotes and descriptions
hen adventures. But while Major Stanley
apparently listening atteatively TO the
cold rative OF his hospitable entertainer, thrc
lita- ing in the appropriate calculations of s
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