I felt as a drowning man might
feel who, admitting the fact that the water has got the master of
him, lets that primary incident take care of itself, and looks only
to some object by whose aid he may relieve himself from the desperate
catastrophe. I was occupied more in the effort to recognize a human
being in the figure that was before me than in making a tailor’s
analysis of his apparel. One thing was evident,—he looked dark-gray
from head to foot. Body he had, and legs, and arms, and a head; but
the face I could not distinctly see, as he turned it from me; but
there was an outline such as can be traced in shadows thrown by a dim
lamp upon a rough-plastered wall,—and that is all I can say about
it. Of course it is unsatisfactory, but I had no means or time for a
fuller diagnosis.
XI.
THE TESTS.
The effect left upon me when I found myself alone was not exactly
that of alarm, but rather a determination to test, if it might be
possible, this appearance or delusion, or whatever it might be; and,
instantly turning from the spot, I walked back to the house. The
presence of persons in the room, the light, the furniture itself,
had an influence to calm whatever of perturbation I was sensible of
from the strange interview through which I had so rapidly passed.
I debated now in my mind with regard to the test I should apply.
Was it a ghost? That was in part the question, but not the entire
inquiry; for I could not come all at once to the conclusion that it
was an undoubted visitant from the dead man’s realm. While pondering
over these doubts, an adventure of my youth came vividly back to my
recollection, and seemed to offer itself as a means by which I should
judge of my present experience; and, thinking it may amuse my reader,
I see no reason why I should not add it to my narrative.
A goodly number of years ago, I was a student at a college in the
State of Maryland, not far from the town of Gettysburg. From the
plateau of the mountain, at the base of which the college was
situated, I have been told, the smoke as it actually poured from the
guns, not after it floated miles away, was seen during the progress
of the great and inexplicable battle that has made the town one of
historic importance.
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