The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.Harper, Olive
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The sociable ghost : $b Being the adventures of a reporter who was invited by the sociable ghost to a grand banquet, ball, and convention under the ground of old Trinity churchyard. A true tale of the things he saw and did not see while he was not there.
Harper, Olive
American fiction -- 20th century; Ghost stories
“Them trustees thought that the sooner the job was done and the quieter
they was about it the better it would be, and there was a whole bunch of
fellows come to do it. They busted all the coffins what wasn't already
busted, and they threw them into one heap, tore out all the linings, and
took off the shrouds, that was left, and they threw them into one heap
to sell for old rags. And all the plates and handles was took along with
the rest. Then they brought a lot of common pine boxes. All the corpuses
what wasn't claimed by the folks related to the corpus was just chucked
into them, sometimes three and more in one. When they got three or four
into one box and the lid wouldn't shut, they jumped on the top or jammed
the bones down till it did. One woman had all her ribs broken and
several others had their breastbones stove in to get enough of them into
one box. There was one box fixed for three, and they chucked me in that
head foremost. There was not half room enough, so my legs stuck out over
two feet, and to make me fit in what did them dumb fools do but take a
spade and just naturally chop off my feet right in the middle of the
legs, and threw them in, and that is how I am in this fix. I tied them
up the best I could, but to get a purchase I had to lap them as you see.
They don’t feel solid. I expect to fall down every step I take. See how
I had to fix them.”
As he said this, the poor giant, shorn not of his strength but of his
length, stuck out his offending feet. Surely enough they were chopped
off as he said, for the marks of the sharp spade were still visible. The
two ends of the bones to each leg had been, as he said, spliced by
sliding them past each other and then tying them in place. They lapped
at least twelve inches and that cut the man's stature down two whole
feet. The worst feature about it was that the parts were not, and could
not be made solid enough to make locomotion safe or comfortable.
“If ever I get out of here alive,” thought the reporter, “I shall make
it impossible for folks to kick me around like that. I shall have it
fixed so that my body will be cremated and the ashes hidden so that
nobody can ever find them. Then he spoke:
“Your case is certainly a hard one, and I am surprised that the board of
health ever allowed such things. Surely they must have known of it.”
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