"Well, Sam," we said, after a pause, in which we heard only the rustle of leaves and the ticking of branches against each other, "what do you suppose it was?"

"Wal, there "tis: you know jest as much about it as I do. Hepsy told Cinthy it might "a" ben a dream; so it might, but Cinthy she was sure it wa"n"t a dream, "cause she remembers plain hearin" the old clock on the stairs strike four while she had her eyes open lookin" at the woman; and then she only shet "em a minute, jest to say "Now I lay me," and opened "em and she was gone.

"Wal, Cinthy told Hepsy, and Hepsy she kep" it putty close. She didn"t tell it to n.o.body except Aunt Sally d.i.c.kerson and the Widder Bije Smith and your Grandma Badger and the minister"s wife; and they every one o"

"em "greed it ought to be kep" close, "cause it would make talk. Wal, come spring, somehow or other it seemed to "a" got all over Old-town. I heard on "t to the store and up to the tavern; and Jake Marshall he says to me one day, "What"s this "ere about the cap"n"s house?" And the Widder Loker she says to me, "There"s ben a ghost seen in the cap"n"s house;" and I heard on "t clear over to Needham and Sherburne.

"Some o" the women they drew themselves up putty stiff and proper. Your Aunt Lois was one on "em.

""Ghost," says she; "don"t tell me! Perhaps it would be best ef "twas a ghost," says she. She didn"t think there ought to be no sich doin"s in n.o.body"s house; and your grandma she shet her up, and told her she didn"t oughter talk so."

"Talk how?" said I, interrupting Sam with wonder. "What did Aunt Lois mean?"

"Why, you see," said Sam mysteriously, "there allers is folks in every town that"s jest like the Sadducees in old times: they won"t believe in angel nor sperit, no way you can fix it; and ef things is seen and done in a house, why, they say, it"s "cause there"s somebody there; there"s some sort o" deviltry or trick about it.

"So the story got round that there was a woman kep" private in Cap"n Brown"s house, and that he brought her from furrin parts; and it growed and growed, till there was all sorts o" ways o" tellin on "t.

"Some said they"d seen her a settin" at an open winder. Some said that moonlight nights they"d seen her a walkin" out in the back garden kind o" in and out "mong the bean-poles and squash-vines.

"You see, it come on spring and summer; and the winders o" the Cap"n Brown house stood open, and folks was all a watchin" on "em day and night. Aunt Sally d.i.c.kerson told the minister"s wife that she"d seen in plain daylight a woman a settin" at the chamber winder atween four and five o"clock in the mornin",--jist a settin" a lookin" out and a doin"

nothin", like anybody else. She was very white and pale, and had black eyes.

"Some said that it was a nun the cap"n had brought away from a Roman Catholic convent in Spain, and some said he"d got her out o" the Inquisition.

"Aunt Sally said she thought the minister ought to call and inquire why she didn"t come to meetin", and who she was, and all about her: "cause, you see, she said it might be all right enough ef folks only know"d jest how things was; but ef they didn"t, why, folks will talk."

"Well, did the minister do it?"

"What, Parson Lothrop? Wal, no, he didn"t. He made a call on the cap"n in a regular way, and asked arter his health and all his family. But the cap"n he seemed jest as jolly and chipper as a spring robin, and he gin the minister some o" his old Jamaiky; and the minister he come away and said he didn"t see nothin"; and no he didn"t. Folks never does see nothin" when they aint" lookin" where "tis. Fact is, Parson Lothrop wa"n"t fond o" inter-ferin"; he was a master hand to slick things over.

Your grandma she used to mourn about it, "cause she said he never gin no p"int to the doctrines; but "twas all of a piece, he kind o" took every thing the smooth way.

"But your grandma she believed in the ghost, and so did Lady Lothrop. I was up to her house t"other day fixin" a door-k.n.o.b, and says she, "Sam, your wife told me a strange story about the Cap"n Brown house."

""Yes, ma"am, she did," says I.

""Well, what do you think of it?" says she.

""Wal, sometimes I think, and then agin I don"t know," says I. "There"s Cinthy she"s a member o" the church and a good pious gal," says I.

""Yes, Sam," says Lady Lothrop, says she; "and Sam," says she, "it is jest like something that happened once to my grandmother when she was livin" in the old Province House in Bostin." Says she, "These "ere things is the mysteries of Providence, and it"s jest as well not to have "em too much talked about."

""Jest so," says I,--"jest so. That "are"s what every woman I"ve talked with says; and I guess, fust and last, I"ve talked with twenty,--good, safe church-members,--and they"s every one o" opinion that this "ere oughtn"t to be talked about. Why, over to the deakin"s t"other night we went it all over as much as two or three hours, and we concluded that the best way was to keep quite still about it; and that"s jest what they say over to Need-ham and Sherburne. I"ve been all round a hushin" this "ere up, and I hain"t found but a few people that hedn"t the particulars one way or another." This "ere was what I says to Lady Lothrop. The fact was, I never did see no report spread so, nor make sich sort o"

sarchin"s o" heart, as this "ere. It railly did beat all; "cause, ef "twas a ghost, why there was the p"int proved, ye see. Cinthy"s a church-member, and she _see_ it, and got right up and sarched the room: but then agin, ef "twas a woman, why that "are was kind o" awful; it give cause, ye see, for thinkin" all sorts o" things. There was Cap"n Brown, to be sure, he wa"n"t a church-member; but yet he was as honest and regular a man as any goin", as fur as any on us could see. To be sure, n.o.body know"d where he come from, but that wa"n"t no reason agin"

him: this "ere might a ben a crazy sister, or some poor critter that he took out o" the best o" motives; and the Scriptur" says, "Charity hopeth all things." But then, ye see, folks will talk,--that "are"s the pester o" all these things,--and they did some on "em talk consid"able strong about the cap"n; but somehow or other, there didn"t n.o.body come to the p"int o" facin" on him down, and savin" square out, "Cap"n Brown, have you got a woman in your house, or hain"t you? or is it a ghost, or what is it?" Folks somehow never does come to that. Ye see, there was the cap"n so respectable, a settin" up every Sunday there in his pew, with his ruffles round his hands and his red broadcloth cloak and his c.o.c.ked hat. Why, folks" hearts sort o" failed "em when it come to say in" any thing right to him. They thought and kind o" whispered round that the minister or the deakins oughter do it: but Lordy ma.s.sy! ministers, I s"pose, has feelin"s like the rest on us; they don"t want to eat all the hard cheeses that n.o.body else won"t eat. Anyhow, there wasn"t nothin"

said direct to the cap"n; and jest for want o" that all the folks in Old-town kep" a bilin" and a bilin" like a kettle o" soap, till it seemed all the time as if they"d bile over.

"Some o" the wimmen tried to get somethin" out o" Qua.s.sy. Lordy ma.s.sy!

you might as well "a" tried to get it out an old tom-turkey, that"ll strut and gobble and quitter, and drag his wings on the ground, and fly at you, but won"t say nothin". Qua.s.sy she screeched her queer sort o"

laugh; and she told "em that they was a makin" fools o" themselves, and that the cap"n"s matters wa"n"t none o" their bisness; and that was true enough. As to goin" into Qua.s.sia"s room, or into any o" the store-rooms or closets she kep" the keys of, you might as well hev gone into a lion"s den. She kep" all her places locked up tight; and there was no gettin" at nothin" in the Cap"n Brown house, else I believe some o" the wimmen would "a" sent a sarch-warrant."

"Well," said I, "what came of it? Didn"t anybody ever find out?"

"Wal," said Sam, "it come to an end sort o", and didn"t come to an end. It was jest this "ere way. You see, along in October, jest in the cider-makin" time, Abel Flint he was took down with dysentery and died.

You "member the Flint house: it stood on a little rise o" ground jest lookin" over towards the Brown house. Wal, there was Aunt Sally d.i.c.kerson and the Widder Bije Smith, they set up with the corpse. He was laid out in the back chamber, you see, over the milk-room and kitchen; but there was cold victuals and sich in the front chamber, where the watchers sot. Wal, now, Aunt Sally she told me that between three and four o"clock she heard wheels a rumblin", and she went to the winder, and it was clear starlight; and she see a coach come up to the Cap"n Brown house; and she see the cap"n come out bringin" a woman all wrapped in a cloak, and old Qua.s.sy came arter with her arms full o" bundles; and he put her into the kerridge, and shet her in, and it driv off; and she see old Qua.s.sy stand lookin" over the fence arter it. She tried to wake up the widder, but "twas towards mornin", and the widder allers was a hard sleeper; so there wa"n"t no witness but her."

"Well, then, it wasn"t a ghost," said I, "after all, and it _was_ a woman."

"Wal, there "tis, you see. Folks don"t know that "are yit, "cause there it"s jest as broad as "tis long. Now, look at it. There"s Cinthy, she"s a good, pious gal: she locks her chamber-doors, both on "em, and goes to bed, and wakes up in the night, and there"s a woman there. She jest shets her eyes, and the woman"s gone. She gits up and looks, and both doors is locked jest as she left "em. That "ere woman wa"n"t flesh and blood now, no way,--not such flesh and blood as we knows on; but then they say Cinthy might hev dreamed it!

"Wal, now, look at it t"other way. There"s Aunt Sally d.i.c.kerson; she"s a good woman and a church-member: wal, she sees a woman in a cloak with all her bundles brought out o" Cap"n Brown"s house, and put into a kerridge, and driv off, atween three and four o"clock in the mornin".

Wal, that "ere shows there must "a" ben a real live woman kep" there privately, and so what Cinthy saw wasn"t a ghost.

"Wal, now, Cinthy says Aunt Sally might "a" dreamed it,--that she got her head so full o" stories about the Cap"n Brown house, and watched it till she got asleep, and hed this "ere dream; and, as there didn"t n.o.body else see it, it might "a" ben, you know. Aunt Sally"s clear she didn"t dream, and then agin Cinthy"s clear _she_ didn"t dream; but which on "em was awake, or which on "em was asleep, is what ain"t settled in Oldtown yet."

[Note: The two last stories in the printed book are not included as they have missing pages.]