. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . d nervously, but heard nothing more, and at last concluded thatit was the wind that had startled us. I gave grandfather a generous kiss, andit calmed his agitation wonderfully. We grew cheerful, laughed at our fright, and were chatting away again asbriskly as before, when there was a noise in bed. We were silent in a counterpane certainly moved. Grandfathers eyes almost started from hishead. The next instant there was a violent sneeze. I jumped as if shot. Grandfather seemed petrified. He attempted toejaculate something
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . d nervously, but heard nothing more, and at last concluded thatit was the wind that had startled us. I gave grandfather a generous kiss, andit calmed his agitation wonderfully. We grew cheerful, laughed at our fright, and were chatting away again asbriskly as before, when there was a noise in bed. We were silent in a counterpane certainly moved. Grandfathers eyes almost started from hishead. The next instant there was a violent sneeze. I jumped as if shot. Grandfather seemed petrified. He attempted toejaculate something, but was scared by the sound of his own voice. Mercy ! says I. What was it ? said grandfather. Lets go and call Dorothy, said I. She would be frightened out of her senses. I shall die with fright if I hear anything more, I said, half dead alreadywith fear. Just then a figure started up in the bed. And wha — and wha—and wha — mumbled the object, gesticulating. I sprang for the door, grandfather after me, and, reaching the bottom of the GHOST STORIES. 31. stairs at one bound, gave vent to my terrors by a scream,that, for aught I know, could have been heard a mile dis-tant. Both of us ran for Dorothys room. There was asound of feet and a loud ejaculation of Holy Peter !The man is dead ! Its comin, shouted grandfather, and, sure enough,there were footsteps on the stairs. Dorothy ! Dorothy ! I , startled from hersleep, came rushing to the entry inher night-dress. I have seen a ghost, Doro-thy, said what? I have seen the awfullest — Its comin, said grandfather, Holy Peter ! said an object in thedarkness. There s a dead man in thebed ! Why, its that Irishman, said Dor-othy, as she heard the voice. What Irishman? asked I. Amurdered one ? No; he — there—I suspect thathe mistook his room and went to bedwith poor Jemmy. The mystery now became quite clear. Grandfather looked anything butpleased, and declared that he would rather have seen a ghost than to ha
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