I MAKE THE ACQUAINTANCE OF THE HA'NT We had a sensation at supper that night, and I commenced to realize that I was a good many miles from New York.

In response to the invitation of Solomon, the old negro butler, we seated ourselves at the table and commenced on the cold dishes before us, while he withdrew to bring in the hot things from the kitchen.

As is often the case in Southern plantation houses the kitchen was under a separate roof from the main house, and connected with it by a long open gallery.

We waited some time but no supper arrived.

The Colonel, becoming impatient, was on the point of going to look for it, when the door burst open and Solomon appeared empty-handed, every hair on his woolly head pointing a different direction.
"De ha'nt, Marse Cunnel, de ha'nt! He's sperrited off de chicken.