The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-07-23

c. decidedly. IN try what eject a load
OF huckshot viii have upon him. any
way
So thar night there were two Watchers
for tho ghost Mr. c. sat by darkcncl
window inside the house with loaded
gun az his hand. and old Zen fortified
with several strong cups Of coffee 90 keep
him awake. aud emboldeued by the
thought that he was not alone of his vigil,
ensconed himself ON q beach amidst
dense growth OF shruhbery iu front Of the
house The early hours of night passed
uneventfully Ben rot q considerable
fright about II O'Clock when a big owl
nolseleSsly took up his station i'm a tree
almost directly over his head and hOOted
dismally; bat he had heard owls before
and soon recovered his mental equili-
brium, with q sub voce anathema at the
dlsturber of his peace The owl kept his
station, hooting at intervals, and the
hooking bird discreetly held his peace,
having no mind 10 be served up as
supper for his ancient enemy 4:
the katvdids reproached one an
other shrilly through the darkness; the
crlckets Chirped and the tree tOads, per
ceivlng an approaching change of the
weather added their notes to the shrill
chorus of the summer night. Ben main
tanned stoutly always afterward that he
remained wide awake, hut the others all
thought that he must have been doing,
when suddenly a noise, altogether unlike
the familiar sounds of the night, start
led him and frOze his marrow with ter
rOr. It was a grooming sound, which
gradually swelled into a noise between a
shrek and yell, and terminated in a
wild peal of unearthly, gibbering laugh
ter 1t seemed TO come from Just behind
him, and, paralyzed with fear, he dared
not so much as turn his head Again the
horrible sound arose through the night
air, and Ben was ready to expire with
fright, when he heard the familiar voice
of his master calling, Ben! Oh, Ben !
What's that nOise2"
Ben peered fearfhly around and caught
glimpse of something white disappear
lug behind a clump of oleanders a short
distance away. Then he found his voice
10 cry, DE ghOstes Marse Johnl Hits
de ghOstes! Oar e go nOw! In a mo-
ment Mr.. c. was in the garden with his
gun in his hand and hurried in the diroc-
ton pointed out by the negro, with Ben
at his heels. Presently the darkey again
caught a glimpse of the white figure
floating rapidly along the path before
them. Oar he, MarSe john" he whis-
pered dar de ghOStes! ~ But his master
had caught sight of the heeting figure
by the time he spoke, and had
his gun in readiness Bang! rang
out the startling report on the night
air. The owl stopped short his hooting in
the middle of its most expressive passage
and few silently away. The hooking
birds sitting silently in the trees gave a
scream of alarm and few noisily about.
Something white fluttered from the ghost
and lay motionless on the ground. There
was a terrible yell, noise of crashing
through the shrubbery and all was still.
"You'se done kilt de Rhostes, Marse
john" said Ben, in a terrified whisper
Oar he am a lynn on de groun' ~
Mr.. approached the mysterious
thing and picked up a-sheepskin! The
next morning some traces of blood were
found leading over the fence and across
the fields Where they came from no
body ever found out, but the ghost of the
Richards plantation was eifectually laid.
He has never appeared since