By this time my uncle, who was lying on the settle in the room below, hearing the noise, got up, and stumbling over the pumpkin, called to know what was the matter.

Thereupon the woman bade him flee up stairs, for there was a ghost in the kitchen.

"Pshaw!" said my uncle, "is that all?
I thought to be sure the Indians had come." As soon as I could speak for laughing, I told the poor creature what it was that so frightened her; at which she was greatly vexed; and, after she went to bed again, I could hear her scolding me for playing tricks upon honest people.
We were up betimes in the morning, which was bright and pleasant.

Uncle soon found a friend of his, a Mr.Weare, who, with his wife, was to go to his home, at Hampton, that day, and who did kindly engage to see me thus far on my way.

At about eight of the clock we got upon our horses, the woman riding on a pillion behind her husband.