. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . haunted chamber. That night, about twelve oclock, the household were awakened by a piercingscream above stairs. All was silent for a few minutes, when the house echoedwith the startling cry of Murder! Murder/ MurDER ! The accent was verystrong on the last syllable in the last two words, as though the particular forceof the excla-mation wastherein con-tained. I hurriedto the cham-ber and askedat the doorwhat was thematter. I haveseen an ap-paratus, ex-claimed m yaunt. u Murder! Oh, wait a minute. Im a dead woman. She unlocked the d
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . haunted chamber. That night, about twelve oclock, the household were awakened by a piercingscream above stairs. All was silent for a few minutes, when the house echoedwith the startling cry of Murder! Murder/ MurDER ! The accent was verystrong on the last syllable in the last two words, as though the particular forceof the excla-mation wastherein con-tained. I hurriedto the cham-ber and askedat the doorwhat was thematter. I haveseen an ap-paratus, ex-claimed m yaunt. u Murder! Oh, wait a minute. Im a dead woman. She unlocked the door in a delirious way and descended to the sitting-room,where she sat sobbing for a long time, declaring that she was a dead had heard his chain rattle. And the next morning she likewise left. We now felt uneasy ourselves, and wondered what marvel the following nightwould produce. I examined the room carefully during the day, but could dis-cover no traces of anything unusual. That night we were again awakened by noises that proceeded from the same. 28 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS. room. They seemed like the footfalls of a person whose feet were clad in followed sounds like a scuffle. I rose, and, taking a light, went to the chamber with shaky knees and a pal-pitating heart. I listened before the door. Presently there was a movement inthe room as of some one dragging a chain. My courage began to ebb. I washalf resolved to retreat at once, and on the morrow advise the family to quit thepremises. But my better judgment at last prevailed, and, opening the door with a ner-vous hand, I saw an apparatus indeed. Our old cat, that I had left accidentally in the room, had in her claws a largerat, to whose leg was attached the missing trap, and to the trap a short chain. I knew the story would end in that way, said Charlie. But thatis not a true colonial ghost story, if it did happen in old Hingham. The sun was going down beyond the Waltham Hills. The shad-ows of
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