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the cloud against the jambs the side posts of a doorway, which made them appear to me like a man, and the summer a large horizontal supporting beam upon the top like the head of a man ; at the same time the owls that were up in the pound chamber were frighted at my opening the door, and they flew out and let the apples fall, which made a great noise. At this I was frightened, and thought it was the spirit of the man that had been drowned in the well before ; as there was a well by the pound house, which was a dwelling house when my Father took the farm ; but people said it was always troublesome, and no man would live there ; so he made no use of the house, only for my Brother to keep rabbits, which used to make a great noise in the night ; and Squire Putt one Sunday called my Father into the School-house, and said he had an information against him, that he had smugglers in his lower house, and people did hear them every night as they rode by : so that he made that house a smuggling house, and they did hear the people jumping about. My Father answered, "your honour is wrongly informed ; it is nothing but rabbits my Son keeps there ; and if your honour will not believe me, I must beg your honour will send one of your servants, and then you will see how the rabbits get up upon the benches of the window and jump off to make that noise." Mr. Putt took my Father's word ; for he had said before, if there was an honest man in the parish it was my Father ; and told my Father, when he was poor-warden an official responsible for the relief of the poor in a parish and brought in his book of accounts at Easter, that he was peevishly honest: Meaning he was meticulously or even annoyingly honest in his accounting. peevishly honest, and therefore he must stand poor-warden another year. But now I shall return to my fright. Judging I had seen a spirit, when I opened the door and heard the owls, and saw the light of the moon shining against the jambs, I let my lanthorn fall and put out my candle ; I then ran home as fast as I could run, without bolting the door, or locking the garden gate, but ran home through the lane, and thought I heard the