ge plant in full bloom was
taken from its place in the bay window and set down in the middle of the
room and a large tin can filled with water was brought from the kitchen
and placed beside it. During the afternoon a large inkstand and two
empty bottles were thrown at him. The ghosts also undressed little
George, and, as if to make a final climax to the day's performance, Bob,
the head ghost, started a small bon-fire up stairs, and he and the other
ghosts piled all the chairs in the parlor one on top of the other, until
they made a pile about six feet in height, when, as if in sport, they
pulled out those underneath, letting all the others fall to the floor
with a crash.

On Tuesday morning when the author took his seat at the breakfast table,
he placed the sugar bowl lid beside his plate, so that he might have his
eyes on it. In a second it disappeared and fell, in exactly eight
minutes by the clock, from the ceiling, a distance of fully twenty feet
from the table. The ghosts got under the table, as on the previous
morning, and were so obliging as to produce any sounds called for, such
as an exact imitation of the sawing of wood, of drumming and of washing
on a wash board. During the morning several knives were thrown at him; a
large crock of salt was taken from the kitchen dresser and placed on the
dining room table; the tea kettle was taken from the stove by one of the
ghosts and placed out in the yard, as was also the beefsteak, pan and
all, which was frying on the stove; and, after dinner, the table was
upset. During the afternoon, while in the parlor, the author made the
acquaintance of all the ghosts,--Bob Nickle, the chief ghost; Maggie
Fisher, another ghost almost as bad as Bob; Peter Cox, a quiet old
fellow of very little use as a ghost, because he never tries to break
chairs, etc.; Mary Fisher, (who says she is Maggie's sister) Jane Nickle
and Eliza McNeal. The three last are "no good" as ghosts, as all they do
is stalk about the house and occasionally upset something. As there are
only six ghosts all told, and they were all present, the author asked
them numerous questions, all of which were answered by loud knocks on
the floor or on the wall, just as he requested--all seeming anxious to
converse. The first question the author asked was:

"Have you all lived on the earth?"

A.--"Yes."

Q.--"Have you seen God?"

A.--"No."

Q.--"Are you in heaven?"

A.--"No."

Q.--"Are you in hell?"

A.--"Yes."