The last on the left, being more weatherproof than the others, was used as a granary.

A space six feet square was left inside the door, but for the rest the room was filled nearly to the ceiling with sacks of Indian meal.
"How about this--did you examine this cabin ?" "Well, really, Terry; there isn't much room for a ghost here." "Ghosts don't require much room; how about the loft ?" "I didn't go up--you can't get at the trap without moving all the meal." "I see!" Terry was examining the three walls of sacks before us.

"Now here is a sack rather dirtier than the rest and squashy.

It looks to me as if it had had a good deal of rough handling." He pulled it to the floor as he spoke, and another with it.

A space some three feet high was visible; by crawling one could make his way along without hitting the ceiling.
"Come on!" said Terry, scrambling to the top of the pile and pulling me after him, "we've struck the trail of our ghostly friend unless I'm very much mistaken .-- Look at that!" He pointed to a muddy foot-mark plainly outlined on one of the sacks.