Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1873-06-04

they would stay
"'well, they wouldn't if they'd la
&c any manners returned the amiablo el
e lady. F r
t. That was enough. Tom vispel
J, ed.
= "'All right answered the genileman,
"'Let's CO.
! ole had been awake and heard il al
n We got up, stepping lightly SO as not Il
b. awaken the rest CT the boys, who uer
4 now snoring in concert, grepcd our wa,
y to the Kitchen, aud thence out into th,
: pitchy blackness Of the night. / certain
ly think the prince Of powers Of the ali
, was abroad that night Wind warret
: with wind, storm howled to storm, and
lightning forkcd lightning crossed -
"Oh. hang 'PollOck,'" said Charley,
"tell us of the ghost, goblin or whatever
it was"
y "And dark" continued Sam, moi
needing The interruption, "why it equalIed
the darkness that once covered the land
of Egypt, fos if the darkness could not Be
felt the trees and bushes could that occas.
sionally came in contact with our headso
scratched our faces, causing CALCULATIONS
great deal moro forcible than elegant.
Our way lay througha woods lot with
only path leading through it. We had
blundered along over briar and brak c for
about quarter Of a mile, | should Judge,
when Tom suddenly calculated, lost, by
the everlasting John Rogers = at the
same time STOPPING down to feel if they
we're in the path, while / sought the
nearest tree to determine which was north
by examining the moss upon the bark. l
had just made the comforting discovery
that we were going in an opposite direction
to unclc's place, when chancirg
to turn my eyes to the lcf; of me
a little, sight burst upon my vision which
cansed nrae.,;,.-. $780,
on my head to assume the perpendicular
on its own responsibility. | gazcd aud
gazed, and still the wonder grew. What
could it be? There. not twenty rods
away, was a bed Of hring Goals and a
boiling cauldron-or, at least, supposed
it to be boiling-ovor which somc infer
nal thing was keeping watch | thovght
of the witches Of Macbeth. but it could
not be they, for only one horrible shape.
if shape it might be called kept guard
over the canldron. My courage by this
time had returned, at least to a certain
extent, the queer, anguish feeling had left
me, my hair had assumed its normal posi-
tion, and l felt like investigating. 4
"All this time the rain. coming down
in torrents. had no effect on the bed Of.
Goals. Tom. l sung out at last, here's
some "cantrip sleight' that don't un-
derstand. come and help me investigated
but my dutital cousin, thinking meant
to fool him, politely :old me to rake my
departure to the leverb,ting echoes of
Heavens artillery. Which means, being
! traslated, go to thunder.
| "After u bit he came up. BY the
holy spoon-makers what's that, Sam ?
were his first words on cachirg sight of
his Satanic majcsty's brewing. Tom gazcd
awhile and declared he saw tho thing
move, and gave it as his opinion that it
was the devil. | coincdent, and TO-
gether VIC resolved 3 solve tho
mystery if we died byit. We COM
passed the thing round anil round. At
last we made a desperate charge with our
clubs. when--vanisi ghost, devil. witches
and fire in trice. And ilan instant "a
was dark"
"But what was it2' sale Charlie, cx-
cititedly, sitting up and staring at Barton.
\ '.Nothing but dne bed Of toadstools,
their phosphorescence causing hem to as
sumo the appearance of a bed # glowing
Goals. The shape nothing mole than
stump with sn ugly silver attached. and it
did look ugly in the sickly phoshorescent
light of the toad-stools."
y "Just about the way all ghost stories
turned out" commented Charlie "Sim.
NOR them down aud there's no ghost in
them" rr F az .gIaue
.---Since Capt. Tyson and his party OF
cast.aways from the Polarls brought the
news of Captain Halls death in the icy
} North, suspicious and surmises have been
current that his death was not due to nat
ural causes. But there seems no reason
: able ground for them. s.t. H.
!. Il have been young, and now an
old E; vet have / never seen that true