Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1894-12-13
SAMPLE LOT OF GHOSTS.
Howard Fielding Solioits Orders
from Psychical Researchers.

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Ky a cemetery after dark without be-
ing disappointed. No ghost ever ven-
tured out Of his cage when was look
ing.
In the matter of visions, warning in
dreams. etc., have been equally un-
fortunate. I once dreamed that was
lying ON pile of stones when the sa-
cred white elephant came along and
stepped on the third button OF my
waistcoat. This happened in Worces-
ter, where was working on news
paper from nine o'clock In the fore
| noon TO three o'clock the next morning,
seven days in a week, with an allow
ance of five minutes for meals, includ-
ing a piece of mincc pic at one a. m.
knew that this dream contained q
warning, and at first / thought it re-
| ferred to the pie. But on second
thought decided to throw up nay job.
did it, and have never dreamed the
same thing since, which makes it look
like plain case to me.
When think of my existence there,
It seems natural that / should never
have been warned again. A man can
not reasonably expect Providence to do
too much for him. A favor of that
size should content him for life. How
ever, it has been hard for me to listen
to so many nice ghost stories and re-
fleet that have never enjoyed any
thing of the sort myself. 1t has been
some consolation to investigate, by my
own scientific method, the experience
of others.
| Here is case which vouch for.
became acquainted while in Boston
with an aged victim of the game of
policy. 1t is game in which a man
can bet one cent if he has no more. and
the person to whom / refer had even
lost his self-respect. He was a great
believer in dreams, and his stories of
what they had done for others were
| worth much more than the small sums
which bestowed upon him from time
TO time. AS he always went to bed
hungry, he never lacked dreams. The
only trouble, as he explained to me,
was in the Interpretation. For in
stance, he would dream of death,
and then play the dead gig" 9-19-29,
"when," as he would inform me, after
the drawing, ''any cussed fool ought
TO have known that the coffin gig was
the right one for that dream"
One day found him in luck; and also
somewhat in liquor.
! 81 hit it this time" he said.
dreamed about Ben Butler for three
nights running. What did it mean?
1t took me long time to study 1t ont.
| Finally 1t came to me like flash. /
asked n fellow how old the general
was, and he said he was sixty-two. So
I played sixty-two dayed, to lead, and
in the cap. 1t was the first number out
in both drawings. I've got money to
burn"
He had, in fact, won nearly hun
dred dollars.
"And the curious thing about 1t was
this" he continued, thoughtfully, 'the
fellow that told me Buffers age lied;
the general was really sixty-four!"
Some persons might think that this
initiated against. the dream theory.
Out, 10 my mind, IL Is the best part OF
the story.
This trifing inaccuracy reminds me
of the difficulty experienced by a ghost
which appeared in my fathers house a
good many years ago. It awakened us
all in the dead of night by playing on
the piano. listened to the supernat-
ural music in horror, as the others did,
too, no doubt. My musical ear is good,
and it is exceptionally accurate in the
matter of absolute pitch. Such being
the case, I was soon able to make out
that the ghosts tune consisted of only
two notes, high and A way down in
| the bass.
This means something" said l, in an
awed whisper. &c. A. must be the in
itials of the ghost"
Then / rose and followed my father
down to the parlor, where we found
our cat previously supposed to have
wandered away and died) standing on
the keys of the piano. She had her
left hindfoot on c, her right forefoot
On A, and was reaching out after Il.
/ Nothing but the system of musical no
tation prevented her from revealing her
identity completely. My father drove
her away, and she never came back,
which is good ground for believing that
it was not the cat at all. but her ghost.
Another case even more remarKa Die
st. Lawrence this summer.
A lady whom we will call Mrs. A.,
because that will make it easier for the
Society for Psychical Research to enter
this story on it's records, had gone to
this region with her husband who had
a great passion for outdoor sports, and,
! IN fact, sports of any kind. Mrs. A. re-
| tired to rest on the night of August 13,
believing that her husband was then
returning down the river, from a fish,
ing trip on which he had started early
that morning.
And she dreamed dream. She be-
held her husband and old Abe Grover,
the river pilot, coming down through
the rapids in Abe's boat. The waters
whirled around them madly, and Abe
grew white around the gills. He
caught crab with his starboard oar,
and the boat turned a.dozen flip-fops in
the hurrying tide. Mrs. A. beheld her
husband struggling with the current
She was conscious of making frantic
efforts to reach and save him, probably
remembering that he had money in his
clothes, although she does not tell the
story that way.
In the midst of these struggles she
aw.te. The dream still ran riot in her
mini. 1t was certainly a warning. Her
husband was In peril.
Mrs. A. was so deeply moved by
these reflections that she arose, dressed
herself hastily, curled her front hair