We hadn't heard anything of him for a good many years and had almost forgotten the story, when last week he reappeared.

Devil fires have been seen dancing in the laurels at night, and mysterious moanings have been heard around the cabins.

If you have ever had anything to do with negroes, you can know the state our servants are in." "Well!" said I, "that promises entertainment.

I shall look forward to meeting the ha'nt." We had reached the house by this time, and as we drew up before the portico the Colonel stood on the top step waiting to welcome me.

He was looking much as I remembered him except that his hair had turned from black to white, and his former imperious bearing had become a trifle querulous.