The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-11-27
IA NEW AND TRUE GHOST STORY.
BY JAMES T. FIELDS.


BY JAMES T. FIELDS.
Come my Tavvie, Jennie, Florey.
Paul and Maidie. If 'twon't bore ye-
tome and hear my new ghost story
Certain true - it is. and therefore
something that perhaps you'll care for.
sDn the rocks we'll sit together,
n this blessed summer weather,
g5oldiug hands the moonlight watching,
With no fear of bad cold catching.
Paul. you rogue, if you don't falter,
You shall win prime Gibraltar"
and the girls shall have four others.
Just as if they were our brothers.
Now we're seated, all is ready,
SO be silent, firm and steady.
Never mind, tits no matter
lf YOUR teeth do clash and olatter.
They are wisdom teeth that chatter
when true ghost story rises,
iejliing us with new surprises.
On the beach that lies beforeye
LIS the scene of my ghost story,
and it came to pass in July.
Sure as eggs is eggs'' and truly.
Well, it really makes me shudder
when I think in what pudder
THAT same night my nerves went jumping.
And my heart kept loudly humping.
Deary mel let's all sit snugger,
In general kind of bigger,
so if any sprite should bump Us
Well together share the rumpus.
X'm a sleepless kind of fellow;
Moonlight always makes me mellow;
And like to walk when people
Are as silent as steeple
Where the bell-rope has been rended
twenty years, and can't be mended.
10, last month, when all was Silly
Midnight, moonlight, nothing chilly
From our hilltop descended,
And by "MasconOmo" Wended.
Overh ad the stars ceased swinging;
Underfoot the b ach stopped singing;
Not mollusk then was stirring;
Not fairy-puss was purring;
Not love-sick periwinkle
III guitar took out to nkle;
Ill the sirens, silver dripping,
Into amber caves werd slipping;
Even Neptune, that old schemer,
Ventur ed to become a dreamer
Everything and everyb dy
Passed into the land of Noddy.
began to feel quite creepy,
Thinking of world so sleepy;
Still kept on walking, walking,
Sometimes to myself low talking,
sometimes sotto-voce chanting
Songs like Shelie, IS, that come haunting
All our ire h-awakened senses
with their lovely moods and lenses.
Tennyson I sang and shouted;
Longfellow's brave words spouted;
Homer, with his grand emotion,
How 1 Numbered to the ocean!
All the bards seemed there assembled,
AS alone / walked and trembled.
In my memories and forgeteries
Never night had such ct cCgte7dS;
Never did the moon shiAe brighter;
Never did the waves dance lighter,
Warmth and cooth were gently blended,
Like two lovers, Triton tended;
Every breeze came in Caressing
Freighted with an amorous blessing.
Solitude oped every portal.
Never was lonelier mortal
Still trudged along, and listened
Now aud then, as round me gIistened
Sand and rock, but not a whisper
Game from any human lisper.
WnaJ is L1aC SO Wn1Ce anu Jlny,
Moving slowly toward the briny
World before me-OnWard gliding,
Pausng, resting, tripping, sliding?
Heavensl what is that baby vision,
Wandering there from haunts Elysian,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer,
Growing clearer, clearer, clearer?
Soon my hair began to bristle,
And tried in in to whistle.
Could it be ghost invidious,
Moving on with step insidious,
Bent on helpless mans destruction,
Like vampire full of suction?
Should I rnnY-that was the question.
Perish such a base suggestion
NO! because my limbs rheumatic
banished feats on land aquatic.
Shou d boldly ace the danger,
And regard the little stranger?
Sure that form is nothing human
Bat pigmy faery womanl
NOW the figure ceases motion,
taxing out upon the ocean.
hat pair of eyes to look onl
What an arm for love to hook oni
Oh, what golden ringlets rippledl
Mouth where spirits might have tippled,
And become inebriated,
Kissing oft but never stated
Pearly hands just left off waving,
Pinky toes in foam beds LAYING,
What ravishing admixture,
dracing that infantine fixture!
What impelled me then to snatch up
IN my arms this ghostly catch-up,
Who can tell? can't determine.
But did, as if 'twere ermine,
''r bunch of pure-white roses,
Lilies, or any other posies.
Yes, did; and then, good gracious!
What happened then? Don't be rapacious!
Five young listeners knew tn sequel;
10 write it out don't feel equal.
But, if you will take your pottage
Some day III our Gambrel Cottage,
I'll explain to lads and lasses
What the ghost was. 1t surpasses.
Paul says. mortal comprehension,
And quite worthy your attention.
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