le spot.
The rain was still falling, and the night as dark as Erebus. Hoisting
our umbrellas, we defied night and storm. Finally, we succeeded in
hiring a room in the second story of a building in process of erection,
procured one or two lanterns, and illuminated it to the best of our
ability. Soon afterwards we congregated there, but as the doors and
windows were not put in, and there were no chairs or tables, we were
once more on the point of giving up in despair. Luckily there were
fifteen or twenty baskets of claret wine unopened in the room, and these
we arranged for seats, substituting an unhinged door, balanced on a pile
of boxes, for the leaf of a table. Our rude contrivance worked
admirably, and before an hour had rolled by we had received a mass of
communications from all kinds of people in the spirit world, and fully
satisfied ourselves that the Judge was either a wizard or what he
professed to be--a _medium_ of communication with departed spirits.

It is unnecessary to detail all the messages we received; one only do I
deem it important to notice. A spirit, purporting to be that of Horatio
Nelson, rapped out his name, and stated that he had led the assault on
the Spaniards in the attack of the old Fort of Castillo frowning above
us, and there first distinguished himself in life. He declared that
these mouldering ruins were one of his favorite haunts, and that he
prided himself more on the assault and capture of _Castillo Viejo_ than
on the victory of the Nile or triumph of Trafalgar.

The circle soon afterwards dispersed, and most of those who had
participated in it were, in a few minutes, slumbering in their cots. As
for myself, I was astounded with all that I had witnessed, but at the
same time delighted beyond measure at the new field opening before me. I
tossed from side to side, unable to close my eyes or to calm down the
excitement, until, finding that sleep was impossible, I hastily rose,
threw on my coat, and went to the door, which was slightly ajar. On
looking out, I observed a person passing toward the foot of the hill
upon which stood the Fort of Castillo Viejo. The shower had passed off,
and the full moon was riding majestically in mid heavens. I thought I
recognized the figure, and I ventured to accost him. It was the Judge.
He also had been unable to sleep, and declared that a sudden impulse
drove him forth into the open air.

Gradually he had approached the foot of the hill, which shot up,