When one sperrit gits oneasy 'pears like he stir up all de odders.
Dey gets so lonely like lyin' all by dereselves in de grave dat dey're 'most crazy for company.

An' when dey cayn't get each odder dey'll take humans.

De human what's consorted wid a gohs, Marse Arnold, he's nebber hisself no moah.

He's sort uh half-minded like Mose." "Is that what's the matter with Mose ?" I pursued tentatively.

"Does he consort with ghosts ?" "Mose was bawn dat way, but I reckon maybe dat was what was de matter wid his mudder, an' he cotched it." "That was rather an unusual thing, last night, wasn't it, for a ha'nt to steal a chicken ?" "'Pears like ha'nts must have dere jokes like odder folkses," was as far as Solomon would go.
At breakfast I repeated what I had seen the night before, and to my indignation both Radnor and my uncle took it calmly.
"Mose is only a poor half witted fellow but he's as honest as the day," the Colonel declared, "and I won't have him turned into a villain for your entertainment." "He may be honest," I persisted, "but just the same he knows what became of that chicken! And what's more, if you look about the house you'll find there's something else missing." The Colonel laughed good-naturedly.
"If it raises your suspicions to have Mose prowling around in the night, you'll have to get used to suspicions; for you'll have 'em during the rest of your stay.