In a second it disappeared and fell, in exactly eight
minutes by the clock, from the ceiling, a distance of fully twenty feet
from the table. The ghosts got under the table, as on the previous
morning, and were so obliging as to produce any sounds called for, such
as an exact imitation of the sawing of wood, of drumming and of washing
on a wash board. During the morning several knives were thrown at him; a
large crock of salt was taken from the kitchen dresser and placed on the
dining room table; the tea kettle was taken from the stove by one of the
ghosts and placed out in the yard, as was also the beefsteak, pan and
all, which was frying on the stove; and, after dinner, the table was
upset. During the afternoon, while in the parlor, the author made the
acquaintance of all the ghosts,--Bob Nickle, the chief ghost; Maggie
Fisher, another ghost almost as bad as Bob; Peter Cox, a quiet old
fellow of very little use as a ghost, because he never tries to break
chairs, etc.; Mary Fisher, (who says she is Maggie's sister) Jane Nickle
and Eliza McNeal. The three last are "no good" as ghosts, as all they do
is stalk about the house and occasionally upset something.
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