He hadn't a good name in these parts, and the house hasn't a good name either, for the darkies say it is ha'nted and that old Mrs.Jordan--'ole Miss' they called her--still comes back out of her grave to rebuke the ha'nt of Mr.Jonathan.There is a path leading from the back porch to the poplar spring where none of them will go for water after nightfall.
Uncle Abednego swears that he met his old master there one night when he went down to fill a bucket and that a woman was with him.

It all comes, I reckon, of Mr.Jonathan having been found dead at the spring, and you know how the darkies catch onto any silly fancy about the dead walking.
I don't believe much in ha'nts myself, though great-grandma has seen many a one in her day, and all the servants at Jordan's Journey will never rest quiet.

I've always wondered if your mother and Miss Kesiah were ever frightened by the stories the darkies tell ?" For a moment she paused, and then added softly, "It was all so different, they say, when the Jordans were living." Again the phrase which had begun to irritate him! Who were these dead and gone Jordans whose beneficent memory still inhabited the house they had built?
"I don't think my mother would care for such stories," he replied after a minute.

"She has never mentioned them in her letters." "Of course nobody really puts faith in them, but I never pass the spring, if I can help it, after the sun has gone down.

It makes me feel so dreadfully creepy." "The root of this gossip, I suppose, lies in the general dislike of my uncle ?" "Perhaps--I'm not sure," she responded, and he felt that her rustic simplicity possessed a charm above the amenities of culture.