til morning. I never went back there to sleep. It must have been a 
     
     dream I had. This fear arose out of our sense of an unseen world 
     
     and our ignorance and dread of it. Only sin can harm us. - 
     
    
   
   
    
     _How I Got Cured of the Fear of Ghosts 
     
    
   
   
    
     I had an uncle who lived in a lonely place. There was a grove of 
     
     trees back of the house, and no other house near. There was. a woods 
     
     on the opposite side of the road that passed his house. The house 
     
     was some distance from the road. This uncle died and the family 
     
     moved away to the United States. The house was not kept repaired 
     
     and soon went to wreck. The trees grew up about it and half cov- 
     
     ered it. My uncle was well liked and was highly esteemed in the 
     
     community. It was a happy home when he was alive. This house 
     
    

    
     was supposed to be haunted after his death and the departure of the 
     
     I family. Lights were reported to be seen there at night as when the 
     
     family was there, but on approaching the house all was dark. Noises 
     
     were heard there and my uncle was seen dressed in his best clothes, 
     
     with silkhat, as he dressed on Sundays when alive. There was a 
     
     stream or brook, not far from the house. where in spring great quan- 
     
     titiesof smelts came. One night a number of men were dipping 
     
     smelts out of the brook and they saw this uncle coming toward them. 
     
     He was well dressed. He, hoWever, disappeared. This was their re- 
     
     port. Some time after this I was living with my brother, who kept a 
     
     store in the community. I was sent for the mail. I had to pass this 
     
     haunted house. The mail driver was delayed and I had to wait until 
     
     after dark for the mail. I had a large bundle of papers and impor- 
     
     tant letters, and was carrying them in my hands. As I approached 
     
     this lonely place, the fire bugs or glow worms were very plentiful and 
     
     with their little lanterns they were making a weird illumination in the 
     
     dark valley. I was very much afraid, but I did not run. When I got 
     
     opposite the haunted house my nerves were at high tension. The night 
     
     was calm and still. A little way beyond the gate to this house, I came 
     
     where the road dipped into a deep valley, down a steep hill at the bot- 
     
     tom of which there was a bridge or culvert; a recent rain had cut a 
     
     hole at the side of the culvert. I could not see well as the night was 
     
     dark, and in the woods and valley it was very. dark. At the top of 
     
    
   
   
    
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