erstitious fear. I think it is wrong to tell such
stories to children as they have told you in this country. It will unman
you."

It was a still cool night. The wind after a changing day had gone down.
The moon hung high in the heavens, now and then shadowed by a fragment
of a broken cloud. The road was filled with fallen leaves, which
deadened the sound of the wheels. The walnut-trees with their falling
nuts sent forth a pleasant odor, and there was a cidery smell about the
old orchards that here and there lined the way. They emerged at last
from a wood, and came into full view of the old country grave-yard on
the hill-side, when something really surprising met their view.

Obed dropped the reins, and Eliza caught them. His knees began to shake,
and he chattered, "Prophets and apostles!"

The horse trotted on.

"Whoa! What is that?"

"Go long!" said English Eliza, in a firm voice.

"Turn round--quick," said Obed.

"I can't, Obed; the road is too narrow. And I am on an errand of duty to
a sick woman, and I will not do it."

"Eliza, it is awful. I shall go mad if you go on. My brain is turning
now."

The sight indeed was a wonder. As it appeared from the road under the
hill, a white horse arose from the grave-yard on the hill-side, and
stood on his hind legs with his forefeet in the air.

"He is _pawing_ the sky," said Obed; "never did any mortal man see a
sight like that. He is climbing a shadow. I shall go crazy. Whoa!"

Eliza shook the reins, and said, firmly, "Go along!"

"Eliza, it must be that Halloween. My nerves are all shaken up. I've
heard of white horses before. I tell you, stop! We'll get out of the
back of the wagon, and run home."

"Never!" said Eliza.

"Well, I am going, anyway." Obed leaped from the wagon, exclaiming,
"I'll give the alarm!"

"I am going for the doctor," said Eliza.

Obed flew. It was indeed a fearful tale that he had to tell when he
reached the farm-house. We think that there seldom ever was heard a
Halloween tale like that.

"It was a white horse, standing in the grave-yard, with his hind feet on
the graves and his paws in the sky," said he, "and under him was a
shadow like a cloud, and--"

"But where is Eliza?" asked Brister Miller.

"She rode right on after the doctor!"

"And you left her to meet such a sight as that!" said Mr. Miller.

"She would do it; she's onerary. There was no need that _both_ of us
should go for the doctor!"

Brister Miller called hi