The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1881-02-05
Earl nunraren,s Ghost Story.

the guide, "nevcr see such luck In all
NV life; most as bad as we had two
years ago when we was camped away
down East by The head Of Martins
river. You remember, sir, the night
we saw the liltle fire in the woods
close by, when there was no one there
to make 1t? Very curious that was;
can't make that ont at all. What was
it, do you Think"
perhaps ghosts making fire,
john" said l.
"Yes, sir, mcbbe; some of our peo-
pie believe in ghosts, sir; very foolish
people, some Indians"
"Don't you, John?"
"Oh no, sir. Incver seed no ghosts.
have seen and heard some curious things
though, ! was hunting once with
two gentlemen near Rocky River-you
know the place well, sir. We were
all sitting in camp; winter time, sir;
pretty late, about bed time. The gen.
tlemen were drinking their grog, and
we were smoking and talking, when
we heard some one walking, coming
up TO the camp. 'Ilellop said one of
| llc HcIlllClicIj NuO NNIl lllis w Nv
this time Of nighl% Well, sir, we
stopped talking, and we all heard
the man walk up 10 the door. My
soul, sir, we could hear his moccasins
crunchng on the hard, dry snow quite
plain. lie walked up to the door, bat
did not open it, did not speak, did not
knock. So, after little while, one
of us looked out--nobody there; no.
body there at all, sir. Next morning
there was not track on the SHOW
not track-and no snow fell in the
night. Well, sir, we stayed there a
fortnight, and most every night we
could hear man in moccasins walk up
TO the door and stop; and if we look
ed, there was no one there, and he left
no tracks in the snow. What was it,
do you think, sir"
Don't know, John, | am sure" |
said, "unless it was some strange effect
Of the wind upon the trees"
"Well, sir, seed a curious thing
once. | was hunting with gentle
man--from the old country, think
he was-my word, sir, a long time ago
--mebbe thirty years or more. My
soul and body, sir, what sight of
moose there was in the woods in those
days! and the caribou run in great
herds then; all failing, now, sir, all
failing We were following caribou,
right fresh tracks in the snow; we
were kecpinl a sharp lookout, ex-
pecting TO view them every minute,
when | looked up and saw man
standing between us and where
the caribou had gone. lie was not
more than two hundred yards off,
could SEQ him quite plain. lie had on
4 cloth cap ana a green blanket coat,
with belt around the middle--not u
leather belt like we use, sir, but
wooden one like what the Freuchmen
Use in Canada. There was q braid
down the seams OF his coat and round
his cuffs, could see the braid quite
plain. lie had no gun, nor axe, nor
nothing in his hands, but just stood
there with his hand on his hip, that
way, right in the path, doing nothing.
"Our hunting all over SIR | SAID
to the gentleman; we may. rs well go
home why, what is the matter,
John!' says he. why, look at the
man, there, right in the track; he's
scared our caribou, guess Well sir,
he was very mad, the gentleman was,
and was for turning right round and
going home but | wanted to 90 up
and speak to the man. lie stood there
all the lime---llevCr moved. ! kind of
bowed, no ldcd my head to him, and
hc kind Of no ded his heal, just the
same way to HE. Well, started TO
go up TO him, when up rose u great
tat COW -moos1 between him and me
Look at the moose, CapUIin,' said l.
Shoot her! GOot Heavens, joint
he says, Ill do shall shoot the man,
too! No, no, sir, never mind, | cried,
fire at the mooser Well, sir, he up
with the gun, fired, and doWnei the
moose. She Ju2t ran IL few yards,
pitched forward, ami fell dead when
the smoke cleared oil lhe man was
gone, could not see him now here's
MY soul and body! what's become OF
the man, Captain?' | says. Dunno,
John; perhaps lie is down, too says
he. We'll, sir says !, you stop here,
and | will 90 and look; mebbo he is
dead, mebbe not quito dead yet
Well, | went up to the place, and
there was nothing there-nothing but
a little pine tree, no man at all, went
oil round, sir--no tracks, no sign OF a
man anywhere on the snow. What
was it, do you think, sir, we saw"
"Well. John" | replied, 81 think
that was a curious instance OF rerrac-
ton
son, mcbby," says John.
Preservation OF Wood.