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on the bottom of the table. Before entering into the conversation,
however, he sat so that Esther's hands and feet were in full view. The
ghosts told the number of his watch, also the dates of coins in his
pocket, and beat correct time when he whistled the tune of "Yankee
Doodle." Chairs continued to fall over until dinner, during which there
was a slight cessation of manifestations.

After dinner, the author lay down upon the parlor sofa to take a nap, as
is his custom in the afternoon. Esther came into the room for a
newspaper. He watched her very closely, keeping one eye open and the one
next her shut, so that she would think he was asleep. While watching her
intently to see that she did not throw anything herself, a large glass
paper weight, weighing fully a pound, came whizzing through the air from
the far corner of the room, where it had been on a shelf, a distance of
fully fifteen feet from the sofa. Fortunately for the author, instead of
striking his head, which was evidently the intention of the ghost who
threw it, it struck the arm of the sofa with great force, rebounding to
a chair, upon which it remained after it had spun around for a second
or two. Being very anxious to witness the manifestations, he requested
Esther to remain in the room, which she did. After seating herself in
the rocking chair, little George came into the room, when she placed the
little fellow on her lap and sang to him. As the author lay there
watching her, one of the child's copper-toed shoes was taken off by a
ghost and thrown at him with great force, striking his head. The place
struck was very sore for three or four days. The balance of the day
passed quietly away. Evening came, and the author had a good night's
rest in the haunted house of which he had heard so much. The next day
being Sunday, everything was peaceful in the cottage, though why the
ghosts should respect the Sabbath the author has never been able to
ascertain; however they always remain quiet on that day. On Monday
morning the ghosts commenced their mad pranks again, and seemed ready
for anything. At breakfast, the lid of the stone-china sugar bowl
disappeared from the table, and, in about ten minutes, fell from the
ceiling. After breakfast; over went the table; then the chairs all fell
over, and several large mats were pitched about the room. The author
immediately left the room and went into the parlor, when, to his
astonishment, a flower pot containing a lar