Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-09-18

Experiences Of a Daring Sailor I'm Hunt
ing Down a Real Ghost.
A. s Chatieid was in the United
States navy several years and cruised
in every sea
The experience that lef; the most
lasting impression on me was one had
with ghosts, said he to the reporter.
Now I do not believe in ghosts for one
minute. but the experience had is one
/ am not able to explain away. There
is hardly a day Of my life that do not
think of il. We stopped at a Mexican
port, and hadn't been there very long
until we learned hat the natives were
much excited over a haunted house
that stood of by itself in a lonely part
of the town.
IAN the brave men in the place had
visited the house to hear the ghosts,
and the experience vas suoh that no
one could be induced o go back a sec
ond time. The second mate Of our
ship and ! decided 20 investigate the
ghosts We firmly believed that some
one wa slipping into the house and
making the strange noises reported as
being heard. The mate was "A man
who knew no fear. and we agreed that
we would go prepared to kill the first
ghost that made its appearance.
I'VE prepared for the expedition 10y
cleaning and loading four good revolv
ers and by providing a dark lantern
In the afternoon we went 70 the house
and examined it carefully for secret
entrances Every foot Of door and
wall was examined. and we saw that
the doors we're all securely bolted on
the inside. except the TO which We
had a key. Soon after dark we went
to the house. and made a second exam
nation, and found it as We had left il
in the afternoon.
Eve then took our seats in the front
room. with our face toward an open
door leading into another o The
house was quiet as death. The mate
held the dark lantern, with the slide
on. and we each held revolvers IN our
hands. After we had been there per
haps half an hour we heard a noise
like one makes in slightly pulling a
chair nearer a table.
"A moment later the chair in the
room which we were facing seemed to
be picked up and set down again. Then
we heard footsteps, and pretty o the
room resounded with noises. The scant
furniture. it seemed, was being thrown
pell nell. and the racket became IN
earthly.
Now is our time, said the mate in
a whisper. Al that he turned on
the dark lantern and sprang into tho
room. The moment we entered il the
noises ceased and il Ia vacant. More
than that, the furniture stood just as
we had left il. We examined the doors
and windows, and they were AS We had
left them The hoor, too, was exam
med. and no opening vas there. Be
fore we had finished our examination
noises began upstairs and in other
rooms.
"A dozen men with heavy boot,
seemed TO be running up and down the
stairway. With our dark lantern we
ran up stairs and through the several
rooms, but could see nothing. When
ever we would enter a room the noises
would seem to be in the next room-oI
all v the house for that matter, ex.
sept in that one room. To make tbs
story short, we remained in the houss
until daylight and the noises continued
all night.
we chased from one to a u
other until we we're almost completely
exhausted, and not once did we catch
sight of any living object We couldn't
have been mistaken In the noises II
couldn't have been imagination, fcS
neither Of US was excited or frightened
Those noises were made in the horse,
but what by is the greatest mystery Of
my life. Indianapolis News