I could see where he got his name.
The Colonel's own nerves were beginning to assert themselves and with an oath he cuffed the fellow back to a state of coherence.
"Stand up, you blithering fool, and tell us what you mean by raising such a fuss." Mose finally found his tongue but we still could make nothing of his story.

He had been out "prospectin' 'round," and when he came in to go to bed--the house servants slept in a wing over the rear gallery--he met the ha'nt face to face standing in the dining-room doorway.

He was so tall that his head reached the ceiling and he was so thin that you could see right through him.

At the remembrance Mose began to shiver again.
We propped him up with some whiskey and sent him off to bed still twittering with terror.
The Colonel was bent on routing out Radnor to share the excitement and I with some difficulty restrained him, knowing full well that Rad was not in the house.

We made a search of the premises to assure ourselves that there was nothing tangible about Mose's ha'nt; but I was in such a hurry to get the Colonel safely upstairs again, that our search was somewhat cursory.