I do not say
that he is necessarily bound to be frightened, but something so near
akin to it that only our self-conceit prompts us to draw the line of
difference.
I was there to submit myself to one test, and apply the other to
what I had previously seen. The one I was already undergoing; for it
may readily be believed that an immense amount of subtle pressure
was placed upon me. The accumulated proofs of a lifetime, as to the
existence of unearthly presences and imperfectly disproved legends
of ghostly visitations and adventures, bore down upon me with the
wizard night and spectral forms of trees. And when I placed myself
exactly on the blood-stained spot, I looked around with the certainty
of being confronted by the apparition whose existence I was there to
determine. Now, thought I, is the opportunity,—this the place for a
revelation. What other man will ever come again with so foolhardy a
brain and give the witnesses or the victim a chance so appropriate
and so melodramatic? If any one does venture upon the trial, to a
scene so fresh with gory associations, from my soul I pity him, and
would blame; but this species of curiosity is not generally diffused
throughout society. But I was there and awaited whatever issue might
transpire. I was doubtless in a sublimated condition of rapport,
as the mediumistic philosophers term it; a human instrument of a
thousand strings, that the feeblest ghost might play upon with ever
so withered a hand. But none came to inform or frighten me, and not
a sound other than the low clicking of the wood insects broke the
magic ring of silence that closed in with such profundity of pathos
this terrible situation. To attempt to go away, I found required more
nerve than to get there; for now I must turn my back and place myself
in the traditional position in which cowardice is said to place its
victims; but, with the cold creepings renewed with double energy, I
turned and walked with an excited composure away from the spot, down
the hill, through the gateway that opens eastward into the Dedham
road, and then, with half a dozen sighs of relief, straight home.
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