The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1859-06-30

my 'iOou' On save me from the thought !"
expect you never heard of Jim Ho.
gan,s ghost?" remarked Aunt SALLY
Perkins, as she laid down her knitting o.
and looking over the tops of her spec.
tacles.
'No, indeed, Aunt Sally, do tell us
about 1t. You know we always like to
hear your STORIES"
And in moment we had drawn our
chairs Up before the fire, while Aunt
Sally sat in the chimney corner.
'Ye see, Jim Hogan was your grand
fathers hired man. He didn't work for
HIM regular, but only in haydn time, when
every body vas bizziest, and everybody
wanted twice as much help as they cod
git. Jim was a clever sort O. feller.-
lie us'd to think considerable O his looks,
though they warn't nothing extra. He
had long, strate, yeller hair, which he
used to slick up every Sunday mornin'
with taller,or bears grease, or some SIGH
thing. One mornin' he used morn a
pound O. candles, tryin' to make it curl.
l recolleck, one afternoon he invited
himself to walk home from meetin' with
me, but sent him off with flea in his
ear. He did look speckled enuff, / can
tell ya. But this han't nothing to do
with my story.
"My brother Ned-bless his heart
was one O. them college chaps you've
heard me tell so much about. All /!
gals, 'twould do your hearts good to
hear him tell stories; I can't hold q can
die to him. Most Of EN- was about col
lege scrapss, and used to tickle us or
fully. l.remember one on 'em as if I'd
heared it yesterday. I guess likely Ned
had hand in it, though he said he
hadn't. One day when twas putty nigh
time for one % the Professors to com
nence his lectur, some o. the students
thort they would have little bit o. fun
oat of him. So they found a CRATE red
and white calf, somewhere, and hurried
it inter the lecterroom, and even tied it
inter the Professors chair. Then they
went and set down, and looked as in.
nercent as could be. Well, putty soon
the Professor came along. He looked
as stiff and strate AS taller candle. He
didn't seem to see uothln,' till he got
most up to his chair. When he see the
calf, he was took aback for a minnit.
but putty soon he said, 'Ah, well, gen
tlemen, I see you prefer to be taught by
one O. your own number, to-day. L
hope you will profit by his distractions
Aad then he made low bow and went
0ttt. ou'd- hottor h'liove thera- chaps
felt cheap, about that time The story
leaked out, somehow, though they tried
hard enuff to prevent it. But this hain't
nothin' to do with Jim Hogan's ghost.
"Yes see twas gittin' lords the last O
July bout vacation time-and Ned
took it inter his head ter steal assweek,
and come home airlier than usual. So
he started one afternoon, and reached
home-'bout ten O'Clock, guess twas
But father was q farmer, and allurs went
to bed percisely as the old clock in the
corner struck nine, so we'd been a-bed
more'n an hour when ed arriv. But
he rather 'spected 'twould be so, and he
thought he could get inter his chamber
without disturbin' the family. SO he
cline up the litenin' rod, and stepped
inter his winder, that was left open on
account Of its bein' So warm.
cit was large, square room, with two
beds in it. Jim Hogan slept in one land
Benney, Ned's little nephew, in 'tother.
SO Ned ondressed himself, and as twas
beautiful moonlight evenin,' he set
down by the winder few minnits, to
injoy it.
Jest about that time Jim walked mp.
and as he turned in bed, his eyes fell on
Ned, sittin' by the winder. I don't
think Jim was materially coward, but
sartin it is that when he saw a figure
dressed in white, sittin' in a chair, and
lookin' out O. the winder, he was scared
snuf. His hair ris up on eend like the
quilts of pickeled porkupine, and his
teeth fairly chatted with fright. Then
he thought to himself mebbe it might be
dream; bnt no, there set the fgger as
lmmovable as marble. What on airth
could it be +?
''If he could only git courage enuff, he
thort he'd speak to it, and see whether
twas live or dead. So, in a kind O. in
different tone, though his heart was
thumpin' all the while like all possets, he
ventured to remark
is it clear p
The fgger never stirred nor moved.
on see brother Ned was kinder givin'
himself up to the witchcraft of the hour,
as PrunelIa Pinchbeck, the great novel
writer, calls it, So he didn't hear Jim at
all. When jim Hogan seed that, he
felt like as if somebody ID put an icicle
down his back-kinder struck with
cold chill. Awful reprehensions OF the
supernatural seized hold on him, and he
didn't know whether he was on his head
or his heels, though come to think ont,
he warn't on either, bein' as he was ly-
In on his back. However, he thought
he d try it again. He wasn't kilt yet,
and if so be as his time had come, he
wouldn be kilt any wuss for askin'
again. So he just plucked up his cour-
age as well as he could, tho that WASH t
very well, and in a trembly sort of a
voice, as if he'd got aguish chill upon
him, he fixed his eyes on the fgger at
the winder, and as he couldn't think of
anything better than afore, he says
again
SIS 1t clear p
"Jest then it flashed upon Ned's mind
that he was took for ghost. The idee
pleased him, and he thought he'd kerry
1t out. So he never stirred, but set as
still as mouse, at the winder. You
know, gals, ghosts never do fly around
much, but move round kinder quiet like.
/ And Ned set still, SOS ter keep up his
karach ter, though he was most ready
ter bust with latter.
''But Jim laid with his head almost
berried in the bed-clothes. He hardly
dared to speak, or even to look, lords
the terrible apprigotion. Sumthin' must