Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1876-06-08
SuDerstitiOns in China.

feSluenC dC canton, named Ling,
had very intelligent monkey, which,
having been very severely whipped
for some mischief, became sulky, re-
fused food and died. Shortly after,
the monkeys ghost began to haunt the
house. Food placed on the tables
mysteriously disappeared, and strange
annOyances took place. At length a
fire broke out in the house unaccount-
ably, and Mr.. Ling shifted his resi-
dence. But the monkeys ghost still
followed and prosecuted him. Again
he moved, and again the ghost accom-
panied him, until as a last resort he
took a room in the Temple of the Five
Hundred Worthless; the monkey ghost
did not dare to face the gods, and left
him in peace. Mr.. Ling was still re-
siding in the Temple last year. Ghost
stories of the ordinary kind are nuner-
Gus, and the writer in the Review,
who is evidently no Spiritualist, con-
fesses that ''s0metimes they leave a
bona fide impression of the marvellous,
which can neither be explained nor re-.
jected.' Two or three are selected
in conclusion.
A mandarin met his death in the
late collision between the Chinese
steamer Fusing and the British steam.
er Ocean. The Fusing was sunk, and
over sixty people drowned. The man.
darin's ghost appeared to his wife,
who was living in SOOchOw, streaming
with water from head to foot. He
told her he had been drowned, and
that he had sent some money for her
use by 4 certain friend before he took
passage in the Fusing, and that the
friend would arrive shortly. Two
days after the friend arrived with the
money, and shortly after came the
intelligence of the Fusing disaster.
The commander of Chinese man-of-
war belonging to the Foochow Arsenal
fleet was taken suddenly i'll, and died
at a friends house. After his death
his friend frequently saw his ghost,
and one night addressed it, saying:
"You should not lament it was your
fate; you should be satisfied with it,"
Thereupon the ghost disappeared
and never showed itself again to the
same party, but continued often to ap-
pear to the men on board the ship lie
had been commanding, being frequent
ly seen to pace up and down the deck
as he went during his lifetime at night,
and would sometimes place himself in
the attitude of drilling the men.
A European resident lately received
the following excuse from his Chinese
teacher for some days absence. Three
years before soldier going to the war
had left forty dollars in charge of the
teachers uncle, and must have been
L h0V %
him since ''the day before yesterday"
The teacher continued: ''My uncle
called us to his bedside and told us he
was about to die. The soldier, he said,
had appeared to him, and insisted that
my uncle should join him in the under
world. No fault had been committed
by my uncle. The money was all right
in drawer, but he felt the summons
must be obeyed and died that day. OF
course it was impossible in such cir
cumstances could come to your place
to study" The foregoing are recent
instances, printed in the newspapers
and vouched for by the parties con-
cerned. They could be closely match.
ed by European examples.
Here is is a parallel to the celebrat-
ed Berkeley Square story. It must be
noted that the ghosts of the suicides
are distinguished by wearing red
handkerchiefs. s'Outside the north
gate of Hang-chow there was a house
haunted by evil ghosts, where no hu.
man being dared reside. of which the
doors were ever barred and locked. A
scholar named Ts'ai bought the house;
people all told him he was doing dan.
gerous thing, but he did not heed
them. None of his family would enter
the house, so Ts'ai went by himself,
| opened the doors, lit candle and sat
down. In the middle of the night a
woman slowly approached, with a red
silk handkerchief hanging to her neck,
and having saluted him, fastened a
rope to the beam Of the ceiling and
put her head in the nooss. Ts'ai did
not in the least change c0untenance.
The woman again fastened a rope and
called Ts'ai to do as she did, but he
only lifted his leg and put his foot in
the moose. The woman said, You're
wrong Ts'ai laughed and answered.,
Con the contrary, it was you who were
wrong a long time ago, or else you
would not have come to this pass.
The ghost cried bitterly, and having
bowed to Ts'ai, departed, and from
that time the house was no longer
haunted. This Ts'ai was afterward a
very distinguished scholar, known as
the Provincial Chancellor