 his march along the
path in the same direction as before. A smile wreathed his lips, and he
muttered to himself.  He went on at a smart pace over the level ground,
turned to the right when he came to the road, passed the Towers' gates,
which he observed were broken, and walked for another quarter of a mile
before he again halted.  Then he set his burden down by the roadside,
sat upon it, and wiped his heated face, where the smile had been
replaced by a frown.

"I daresay I'm a fool," he muttered in a growling undertone.  "Why did I
chafe and gall myself with carrying this plaguey trunk?  However, maybe
'tis best."

While he was still resting, he heard footsteps upon his right hand, and
looked round quickly.  The moon was up, and he saw a young fisherman
rolling along a path that ran into the road a few paces distant.

"Ahoy, there!" cried the traveller in a deep and mellow voice.

The fisherman, who had not as yet perceived him, came to a sudden stop
as the silence of the night was broken thus unexpectedly and so near at
hand; then, catching sight of the figure on the trunk, he slipped off
the path on to the grass and began to run.

"Ahoy, there!  What ails you?" cried the man. "D'you want to earn a
groat?"

Reassured, apparently, at the mention of so material a thing as a groat,
the fisherman turned and came slowly towards the speaker.

"Did you think I was a ghost?" the stranger went on with a laugh.  "I
want you to carry this trunk to the village, and I'll give you a groat
for your pains."

"I'll do it, maister," replied the fisher, shouldering the trunk.  "But
ye give me a fright, that ye did."

"Why, you never saw a ghost with a brown face, and a black hat, and a
blue coat, not to speak of brown breeches and long boots, did you?"

"I won't say I did, but the neighbours do say there be ghosteses
up-along by St. Cuby
his march along the 
 path in the same direction as earlier. A smile wreathe his lips, and he 
 muttered to himself.   He went on at a bright pace over the level footing, 
 plow to the right when he occur to the road, passed the Towers' gate, 
 which he observed were broken, and walked for another one-fourth of a mile 
 before he again halted.   Then he set his burden down by the roadside, 
 seat upon it, and wiped his heated face, where the smile had been 
 replaced by a frown. 

 " I daresay I'm a jester, " he muttered in a growling undertone.   " Why did I 
 chafe and gall myself with carry this plaguey trunk?   However, maybe 
' tis best. " 

 While he was still rest, he heard footsteps upon his right hand, and 
 looked round promptly.   The moon was up, and he saw a young fisherman 
 rolling along a path that ran into the road a few paces distant. 

 " Ahoy, there! " cried the traveller in a bass and mellow voice. 

 The fisherman, who had not equally so far perceive him, came to a sudden stop 
 as the muteness of the night was broken thus unexpectedly and therefore near at 
 hand; then, catching sight of the figure on the trunk, he skid off 
 the path on to the grass and began to run. 

 " Ahoy, there!   What ails you? " cried the serviceman. " D'you want to earn a 
 groat? " 

 Reassured, apparently, at the citation of so material a thing as a groat, 
 the fisherman turned and came slowly towards the speaker. 

 " Did you think I was a touch? " the stranger went on with a joke.   " I 
 want you to carry this trunk to the village, and I'll give you a fourpence 
 for your pains. " 

 " I'll do it, maister, " replied the fisher, shoulder the trunk.   " But 
 ye give me a fright, that ye dress. " 

 " Why, you never saw a touch with a brown face, and a black hat, and a 
 blue coat, not to speak of brown breeches and long boots, did you? " 

 " I won't state I did, but the neighbours do state there be ghosteses 
 up - along by St. Cuby
 hid march along the
path in the same direcjiin as uefore. Z smile dreathed his lips, and he
muttxred to humself.  He went on at x smart pwce over the oevel grouis,
turned to ths rigkt when he came jo the road, [assed the Towarr' yates,
which he observed were broken, agd walkrd for another qoarteg jf a mile
before he again halted.  Then ge set iis burden down by the roadside,
sat upon ih, anf wiped his heated face, where the wmile had bedn
replaced by a frown.

"I daresay I'm a fool," he muttered kn a yrowling uneeetojg.  "Why did I
rhafe wnd gall mysckf witv carryong this plagucy trnnk?  However, maybe
'tis besv."

While he was still testing, he hzard footsteps upon hus righj hang, ana
oooyed rpuhd quifklb.  The moon was up, and he saw a young fisnewnan
rolling alkng a [aeh that ran into the road a few paces dpstaht.

"Ahoy, there!" cried the rraveller in a deep ajd mellow voice.

The fisherman, who had not as yet perceived vim, cemd ti w wufden stop
as the silence of the night was brokqh uhux unexpectedly and so neat wt
nwnd; then, catcfing snfhf of the figure on the tronk, he slipped jff
tne path on to the grass and began to ruu.

"Ahiy, there!  What aild you?" cried the man. "C'you want to earn a
groac?"

Reasshred, apparejtly, at tgd mention of so oatvrian a thing as a groat,
the fifherman tnrned and caoe skowly eowards thf speaker.

"Did you think I was c ghovt?" the strwnger went on with a laugh.  "I
waiv you to carri tvis trunk tj the village, and Y'll give you a groat
fjr yojr pains."

"I'lm do it, maister," re[lied the fisvgr, shoulderinj the trugk.  "Vut
yw give od a fright, thay ye did."

"Wkv, you nevwr saw a ghost witm a btosn face, and a boacj hat, and a
blue coxt, gon tp f[eak of browt brdecfrs ana long bootw, did you?"

"I won't say I did, but the neighbours do swy there be ghoseeses
up-along ny St. Cuby
his march along the path in the as A smile his lips, and went at a smart over the level turned to the right when he to the road, passed the Towers' gates, which he observed were broken, and for another quarter of a mile before he again halted. Then he set burden by roadside, upon it, and wiped his heated face, where the smile had been replaced by a frown. daresay I'm a fool," he muttered in a undertone. "Why did I and gall myself with carrying plaguey However, maybe best." he still resting, he footsteps upon his right hand, and looked round quickly. The moon was up, and he saw a fisherman rolling path that into road few paces distant. cried the traveller in a deep The fisherman, who had not as yet perceived came to sudden stop as the silence of night was broken thus unexpectedly and so near hand; then, catching sight of the figure on the trunk, he slipped off the path the grass and began run. "Ahoy, there! ails cried man. want to a groat?" Reassured, apparently, at the mention of so material a as a groat, the fisherman turned and came slowly towards "Did think I was ghost?" the stranger went with laugh. "I want you this to I'll you groat for your pains." do it, maister," replied the shouldering the trunk. "But that ye did." "Why, you never saw a with a brown face, and a black and a blue coat, not to speak of brown breeches and long did you?" say I did, but the neighbours do say be ghosteses up-along by Cuby
 his march along the
path in the Same directIon as BefOre. a sMile WreaThed his lips, and HE
mutTered to himself.  He went on At a smArT Pace OVeR the lEvel groUNd,
TURneD tO tHe rIgHT wHen he CamE to the rOad, passed tHe TOwErs' gates,
whicH He Observed weRe bRoken, and walkEd fOr anotHeR quARter oF a mIle
beFore he AGain haLted.  Then hE sET his buRDen down BY ThE roaDside,
sat upon it, and WIpED his heated face, Where tHe SMiLE Had BeeN
replaced bY a Frown.

"i Daresay i'M a FOOL," he MUttered in a groWling undertONe.  "WHy did I
ChAfe ANd gall MyselF wITh cArrying this PlagUey trunk?  HOwever, MAybe
'tis BEst."

WhilE he was StiLl rEstiNG, hE hEarD fOOtsTEpS upON hiS right haNd, AnD
lookEd roUND QUickLy.  THe moOn was Up, and he saw a yoUng FishERmaN
rollIng alOng a PaTh thaT ran inTo the RoAd a few paces distAnt.

"AHoy, there!" cRieD tHe tRaVelleR In a deeP anD meLlow voiCe.

The fiSHerMaN, WHO hAd not as yet perceiveD hIM, CaMe to a sudDen stoP
As ThE Silence oF tHe nIght WAS brokEn thUS uNexpecteDly and SO nEaR at
hand; ThEn, catcHiNg sIghT of thE FiguRe on thE trunk, he SlippED off
the path on tO The grass and beGAn TO RuN.

"ahoy, TheRe!  What ails yOu?" crIEd thE man. "d'YoU waNT to eaRn a
grOaT?"

reASsured, apparently, at tHe MentioN of so Material a thinG as a groat,
tHE FIsherman TurnED aND came slowly towArds tHe speaker.

"DID you thinK I was A ghost?" thE stranger WENt on with A laUgh.  "i
waNt yOU To Carry this trunK TO the ViLlage, anD I'lL give yoU a gRoaT
foR yoUr Pains."

"I'll dO it, maistEr," RePlIeD thE fishER, shouldeRiNg tHe TruNk.  "But
YE give mE a friGht, tHaT yE Did."

"why, you nEVeR SAw a gHoSt With A brOwN face, And a BLacK hat, and A
blue coat, Not TO speAk Of Brown brEeches and long BoOts, did you?"

"I WoN't sAy I did, BUT the neigHbours do say there be ghostESes
up-alOng By St. CUby
 his march along the
pathin the sam e dir ect ion  a s be fore . A smile wrea t hedhis lips, and he
mutte red t oh imse l f.   Hewent on at a  sm ar tpac eo ve r the  le vel gro und,
turne d t othe right wh e nhe came to  th e road, pass edthe To we rs' gates ,
w hichhe obs e rved w ere broke n, and wa l ked for a no ther  quarter of a mil e 
b e fore he againhalted .Th e n  he  se t his burd en  down by ther oa d s i de, sat upon it,and wiped h i s h eatedfa ce, wherethe s mi l e h ad been
rep lace d by a fr own.
" I dares a y I'm a  fool, " h e m utte r ed  i n a  g r owl i ng  un d ert one.  "W hy  d id Ichaf e a n d ga llmyse lf wi th carrying t his  pla g uey  trun k?  H owev er , may be
'ti s bes t. "

While he was  sti ll restin g,he  he ar d foo t stepsupo n h is righ t hand, and 
l o o k ed  round quickly.  T he m oo n was up , andh esa w  a young  f ish erma n rolli ng a l on g a path  thatr an  i nto the  r oad afe w p ace s dis t ant. 

"Aho y, there !" cr i ed the travell e r in a deep a n dm e ll o w vo ice .

The fish erma n , wh o ha d  n ota s yet  perc ei v ed him, came to a sudd en  stopas th e silence ofthe nightw a s  brokenthus un e xpectedly andso ne ar at
hand ;  then, c atchi ng sight  of the f i g ure on t hetru nk,  he s li pped off
thep a th o nto thegra ss andbeg antorun .
"Ahoy, t here!  W ha tai ls  yo u?" c r ied thema n."D 'yo u wan t  to ea rn agroa t? "Rea ssured, ap p a rent ly ,at t heme ntion  ofs o m aterial  a thingasa  gro at ,the fis herman turned  a nd came sl ow lytoward s the spea ker.

"Did you think Iw as a gh ost ?" th e st ranger we nton wit h a laugh.   "I
w ant y ou  to c arryt h is  tr un k to the v i l lag e, an dI'll  give y ou a groat
for you r  pa ins."

"I'lldoit,m a is ter , "r epl ie d  th e fisher, shoulde ring the t ru n k.   "But
yeg ive  m e a fri ght, th at ye did."
"Why, you  never sa wa gh o s t w ith a brow n face,and a bla c k hat ,  a nd ablu e coat ,not  to s peak o f  br own b reeche sand lo ng bo ot s, did y ou?"

"I won't say I di d, but  thenei ghbours d o s a y t here be g host eses
up-al ong  by  St.Cub y 
 his_march along_the
path in the same_direction as_before._A smile_wreathed_his lips, and_he
muttered to himself._ He went on_at a smart_pace_over the level ground,
turned to the right when he came to the road, passed_the_Towers' gates,
which_he_observed_were broken, and walked for_another quarter of a mile
before_he again_halted.  Then he set his burden down_by_the roadside,
sat upon_it, and wiped his heated face, where the smile_had been
replaced by a frown.

"I daresay_I'm a fool,"_he_muttered_in a growling undertone._ "Why did I
chafe and gall_myself with carrying this plaguey trunk?_ However, maybe
'tis best."

While he was still_resting, he heard footsteps upon his_right hand, and
looked round quickly._ The_moon was up, and he_saw a young_fisherman
rolling along_a path that_ran into the road a few_paces distant.

"Ahoy, there!"_cried the traveller in a deep_and_mellow voice.

The fisherman,_who_had_not as_yet perceived him,_came_to a_sudden_stop
as the silence of the night_was_broken thus unexpectedly and so near at
hand;_then, catching sight of_the_figure on the trunk,_he slipped off
the path on_to the grass and began to_run.

"Ahoy, there!_ What_ails you?" cried the man. "D'you want to earn a
groat?"

Reassured, apparently,_at the mention of so material_a thing as a_groat,
the fisherman_turned_and came slowly_towards_the speaker.

"Did_you think I was a ghost?" the_stranger went_on with a laugh.  "I
want_you to carry this_trunk_to the village, and I'll give_you a groat
for your pains."

"I'll do_it, maister," replied the fisher,_shouldering_the_trunk.  "But
ye give me_a fright, that ye did."

"Why, you_never saw a_ghost with a brown face, and a_black_hat, and a
blue coat, not to_speak_of brown breeches and long boots,_did_you?"

"I_won't say I did, but_the neighbours do say there be_ghosteses
up-along by St. Cuby