Just as I turned my head towards the grove, where the quarrelling had seemed to be, I saw something a few paces from me that made my flesh creep.

A tall, white thing it looked, whiter than the moonlight.

I knew it could be nothing but a ghost, and my knees sunk down from under me, and I laid hold o' the trunk o' the tree." "Perhaps it was a death's head and bones ?" cried John Massingbird.
"Maybe, sir," she answered.

"That, or something worse.

It glided through the trees with its great eyes staring at me; and I felt ready to die." "Was it a man's or a woman's ghost ?" asked Mr.Bitterworth, a broad smile upon his face.
"Couldn't have been a woman's, sir; 'twas too tall," was the sobbing answer.