 only worse than common. And there
to be sure what do they see but the wout half-full of sea-water, and
nows and thens a great spout coming in through a hole in the rock; for
it was high-water and a wind off the sea, as I tell you. And there was
a coffin afloat on the water, and every time the spout come through, it
set it knocking agen the side o' the wout, and that was the ghost."

"What a horrible idea!" I said, with a half-shudder at the unrest of
the dead.

The old man uttered a queer long-drawn sound,--neither a chuckle, a
crow, nor a laugh, but a mixture of all three,--and turned himself yet
again to the work which, as he approached the end of his narration, he
had suspended, that he might make his story _tell_, I suppose, by
looking me in the face. And as he turned he said, "I thought you would
like to be comfortable then as well as other people, sir."

I could not help laughing to see how the cunning old fellow had caught
me. I have not yet been able to find out how much of truth there was in
his story. From the twinkle of his eye I cannot help suspecting that if
he did not invent the tale, he embellished it, at least, in order to
produce the effect which he certainly did produce. Humour was clearly
his predominant disposition, the reflex of which was to be seen, after
a mild lunar fashion, on the countenance of his wife. Neither could I
help thinking with pleasure, as I turned away, how the merry little old
man would enjoy telling his companions how he had posed the new parson.
Very welcome was he to his laugh for my part. Yet I gladly left the
churchyard, with its sunshine above and its darkness below. Indeed I
had to look up to the glittering vanes on the four pinnacles of the
church-tower, dwelling aloft in the clean sunny air, to get the feeling
of the dark vault, and the floating coffin, and the knocking heard in
the windy church, out of my brain. But the thing that did free me was
the reflection with what supreme disregard the disincarcerated spirit
would
only worse than common. And there 
 to be sure what do they visualize but the wout half - wide of sea - water, and 
 nows and then a great spout coming in through a hole in the rock candy; for 
 it was high - water and a tip off the sea, as I tell you. And there be 
 a coffin afloat on the water, and every time the spout occur through, it 
 jell it knocking agen the side o' the wout, and that was the ghost. " 

 " What a horrible mind! " I said, with a half - shudder at the unrest of 
 the all in. 

 The old man express a queer long - draw sound,--neither a chuckle, a 
 crow, nor a laugh, but a mixture of all three,--and turned himself so far 
 again to the work which, as he approached the end of his narration, he 
 had suspended, that he might make his story _ tell _, I suppose, by 
 looking me in the face. And as he turned he said, " I thought you would 
 like to be comfortable then as well as other citizenry, sir. " 

 I could not help laughing to visit how the crafty old fellow had caught 
 me. I have not so far been able to find out how much of truth there was in 
 his story. From the sparkle of his eye I cannot help suspecting that if 
 he did not invent the tale, he embellished it, at least, in order to 
 produce the effect which he certainly did produce. Humour was clearly 
 his prevailing disposition, the reflex of which was to be visit, after 
 a mild lunar fashion, on the countenance of his wife. Neither could I 
 help thinking with joy, as I turned away, how the merry little old 
 man would enjoy telling his companions how he had pose the new curate. 
 Very welcome was he to his laugh for my part. Yet I gladly left the 
 churchyard, with its sunshine above and its darkness downstairs. Indeed I 
 had to count up to the glittering vane on the four pinnacles of the 
 church - tower, dwelling aloft in the clean cheery air, to get the feeling 
 of the benighted vault, and the floating coffin, and the knocking heard in 
 the windy church, out of my mind. But the thing that did free me was 
 the observation with what supreme disregard the disincarcerated spirit 
 would
 onpy worse than common. And there
to be surg qhat dm they see but the wout half-full of sea-watxr, abd
noww and thens a great spuut cominh in thriugh q hole in vge rock; for
it aas kijh-water and a wlnd off the sea, as I tell yuu. And there was
a coffin afloat on thq water, ajd every time jhe skoue cojv uhrough, it
set it knocking agen ths side m' the wout, anc that was the ghost."

"What a horgible idea!" I said, aith a half-whudqwr at the unfest of
the dead.

The old man uttered a queer long-drawn round,--ueither a cyuxklf, a
crow, nor e laugr, but a mixtmge of anl threr,--and turned hiksenf tet
again to the work xhich, as he approachgd the end oy his narration, he
had syspenged, dhat ye oiggt mzke hid svory _tell_, I suppose, by
oooking me in the fscq. And as he tudned hq faid, "I thought you would
like to be comfmrtzble then as well as otyer people, sir."

I could not help laughing to see how the cunning old fellow had cdught
jd. I hwxw jot yet been able to find out how much of trueg uhege was in
his storn. From the twinkle ov nys eye I cannut hel' shspecting that if
hf did njt incent the uale, ne embellished it, at least, un order to
pgoduxe the effect whick he certainuy dod prpduce. Humour was clearlv
his pdedominant fispositikv, the reflex of dhibh wds to be seen, after
a mild junar fasiion, pn the zounjenance of his wive. Neldher could I
help tjinkiug widh pleasurf, as I turned away, how the merrb little old
msn wolld enjoy telllng his companijns how he had posed che ned parson.
Vegy welcomx was he to ris laugh for ly part. Yet M gladly jeft the
xhurchyxfd, with its sumshine above and itw darkness below. Ikdeed J
had to look up to the glittering vaves oj vhe fjgr pinnacles of ghe
znurch-gower, dwelllng alogt in the clean sunnf aid, to get the feelimg
jf the dqrk vaule, and the flosting coffin, and tje knmckmng hesrd in
the windy church, out of my grain. But thc thing that qid nree me was
the reflection with what supreme disregard the disincarcerajed spirit
would
only worse than common. And there to what they see the wout half-full thens great spout coming through a hole the rock; for it was high-water a wind off the sea, as I tell you. And there was a afloat on the water, and every time the spout come through, it set knocking the o' wout, and that was the ghost." "What a horrible idea!" I said, with a half-shudder at unrest of the dead. The old man uttered queer long-drawn sound,--neither a a crow, nor a laugh, a of all turned yet to the work as he approached the end of his narration, he had suspended, that he might make his story I suppose, me in face. as turned he said, you would like to be comfortable as other people, sir." I could not help to see the cunning old fellow had caught I have not yet been able to find how much of truth there was in his story. From the twinkle of his eye help suspecting that if did not invent tale, embellished at in order produce the effect which he certainly did produce. Humour was clearly predominant disposition, the reflex of which was to be seen, mild fashion, on the of his wife. Neither I thinking with pleasure, as away, the man enjoy his companions how he posed the new parson. Very was he to his I gladly left the churchyard, with its sunshine and its darkness below. Indeed I had look up to the glittering vanes on the four pinnacles of the dwelling aloft clean sunny air, to get the feeling of dark vault, and the coffin, and the knocking heard in the windy church, of brain. But thing that did me was the with what supreme disincarcerated spirit
 only worse than common. And theRe
to be sure What dO thEy sEe But tHe woUt half-full of seA-WateR, and
nows and thens a great Spout CoMIng iN ThRough A hole in THe ROCk; fOr
It Was HiGH-wAter aNd a Wind off The sea, as I tEll YoU. And there was
A CoFfin afloat On tHe water, and evEry Time thE sPouT Come tHroUgh, it
Set it kNOcking Agen the siDe O' The wouT, And that WAS tHe ghOst."

"What a horrible iDEa!" i Said, with a half-sHudder At THe UNResT of
The dead.

The OlD man uTTered a qUEeR LONg-dRAwn sound,--neithEr a chuckle, a
CRow, Nor a laUgH, buT A mixtuRe of aLl THreE,--and turned hImseLf yet
agaiN to the WOrk whicH, As he appRoacheD thE enD of hIS nArRatIoN, He
hAD sUspENdeD, that he mIgHt Make hIs stORY _TEll_, I SupPose, By
looKing me in the faCe. ANd as HE tuRned hE said, "i thoUgHt you Would
lIke to Be Comfortable then As weLl as other PeoPlE, siR."

I Could NOt help LauGhiNg to see How the cUNniNg OLD FeLlow had caught
me. I haVe NOT yEt been abLe to fiND oUt HOw much of TrUth TherE WAs in
hIs stORy. from the tWinkle OF hIs Eye I canNoT help sUsPecTinG that IF
he dId not iNvent the Tale, hE Embellished it, aT Least, in order tO
PrODUcE The eFfeCt which he ceRtaiNLy diD proDUcE. HuMOur waS cleaRlY
HiS Predominant dispositIoN, the reFlex oF which was to be Seen, after
a MILD lunar faShioN, On THe countenance oF his wIfe. Neither COuld I
helP thinKing with Pleasure, aS i Turned awAy, hOw tHe mErrY LItTle old
man woulD ENjoy TeLling hiS coMpanionS hoW he Had PosEd The new parSon.
Very wElCoMe WaS he To his LAugh for mY pArt. yeT I gLadly LEft the
ChurcHyarD, wItH Its SunshinE AbOVE and ItS dArknEss BeLow. InDeed i
Had To look uP to the gliTteRIng vAnEs On the foUr pinnacles of ThE
church-towEr, DweLling aLOFt in the cLean sunny air, to get the feeLIng
of thE daRk vauLt, anD the floatIng Coffin, And THe knocKing heArd in
ThE wiNDY churCH, OuT of My Brain. But thE THinG that DiD freE me was
tHe reflection with whAT suPreme disregarD thE disINCaRceRAtED spIrIT
woULD
 only worse than common. A nd there
t o besur e w ha t do  the y see but thew outhalf-full of sea-water , and 
n o ws a n dthens  a grea t  s p o utco mi ngin th rough  ahole in  the rock;  fo rit was high- w at er and a w ind  off the sea , a s I te ll  yo u . And  th ere w as
a c o ffin a float onth e  water ,  and ev e r ytime  the spout come t h ro u gh, it
set itknocki ng ag e n  th e s ide o' the  w out,a nd that wa s t heg host."

"What  a horrible ide a!" Isa id, with a  half -s h udd er at the u nres t of
thedead.The old man utt ered a  qu eer  lon g -d ra wnso u nd, - -n eit h era chuckl e,  a 
crow , no r a laug h,buta mix ture of all t hre e,-- a ndturne d him self  y et
ag ain to  thewo rk which, as he  app roached t heen d o fhis n a rratio n,hehad sus pended, tha th e mi ght make his story  _ t e ll _, I sup pose,b ylo o king mein  th e fa c e . And  ash eturned h e said ,  " Ithought  y ou wou ld 
li keto be comf ortabl e then a s wel l  as other peop l e, sir."

I c o ul d no t  hel p l aughing toseeh ow t he c u nn ing old f ellow  h a dc aught
me. I have no tyet be en ab le to find ou t how much o f  truth t here wa s  in
his story.  From  the twink l e of his  eyeI cannot  help sus p e cting th atifhedid n ot  invent the t a l e, h eembelli she d it, a t l eas t,inor der to
pr oduce th eef fe ct  wh ich h e  certain ly  di dpro duce. Humour  wasclea rl yh ispredomi n an t disp os it ion,  th erefle x of whi ch wasto be see n,a fter 
a  m ild lun ar fashion, o nthe counte na nce  of hi s wife. Ne ither could I
help thin k ing wit h p leasu re,as I turn edaway,how the me rry li ttleol d
m a n  woul d en joy  t elling his c omp anion showhe hadposed the new pars o n.Very welcomewas  het o  h isl au g h f or myp a rt. Yet I gladl y left the 
c h ur chyard, wi t h i ts  sunshi ne abov e and its dar kness bel ow. Indee dI
ha d tolook up to  the gli ttering v a nes o n  t he fo urpinnac le s o f the 
churc h -to wer,dwelli ng  aloft  in t he  clean s unny air, to get the fe elingof th e d ark vault , a n d t he floati ng c offin, and  th e k nocki ngh eardin
t h ewin d y chu rch, out of my br ain . Bu t the thing t h atdid f ree me was 
the  reflection withw hat supreme di sreg a r d t hed isin ca rcerated spiri t
w ou l d 
 only_worse than_common. And there
to be_sure what_do_they see_but_the wout half-full_of sea-water, and
nows_and thens a great_spout coming in_through_a hole in the rock; for
it was high-water and a wind off the sea,_as_I tell_you._And_there was
a coffin afloat on_the water, and every time_the spout_come through, it
set it knocking agen the side_o'_the wout, and_that was the ghost."

"What a horrible idea!" I said,_with a half-shudder at the unrest_of
the dead.

The old_man_uttered_a queer long-drawn sound,--neither_a chuckle, a
crow, nor a laugh,_but a mixture of all three,--and_turned himself yet
again to the work which,_as he approached the end of_his narration, he
had suspended, that_he might_make his story _tell_, I_suppose, by
looking me_in the_face. And as_he turned he said, "I thought_you would
like to_be comfortable then as well as_other_people, sir."

I could_not_help_laughing to_see how the_cunning_old fellow_had_caught
me. I have not yet been_able_to find out how much of truth_there was in
his story._From_the twinkle of his_eye I cannot help suspecting_that if
he did not invent the_tale, he_embellished it,_at least, in order to
produce the effect which he certainly did_produce. Humour was clearly
his predominant disposition,_the reflex of which_was to_be_seen, after
a mild_lunar_fashion, on_the countenance of his wife. Neither could_I
help thinking_with pleasure, as I turned away,_how the merry little_old
man_would enjoy telling his companions how_he had posed the new parson.
Very_welcome was he to his_laugh_for_my part. Yet I gladly_left the
churchyard, with its sunshine above_and its darkness_below. Indeed I
had to look up to_the_glittering vanes on the four pinnacles_of_the
church-tower, dwelling aloft in the clean_sunny_air,_to get the feeling
of the_dark vault, and the floating coffin,_and the knocking heard in
the windy church, out of_my brain. But_the thing that did free_me_was
the_reflection with what supreme disregard the disincarcerated spirit
would