But he wuzn't no such thing. It was a father that owned the land,
and laid out the streets, and named 'em for his daughters. Good
old creeter! I wuzn't goin' to have him run at this late day, and
run down his own streets too.

But ag'in Josiah hurried me on'ards. And bimeby we found
ourselves a standin' in front of a kind of a lonesome lookin'
house, big and square, with tall pillows in front. It wuz a
standin' back as if it wuz a kinder a drawin' back from company,
in a square yard all dark and shady with tall trees. And it all
looked kinder dusky, and solemn like. And a bystander a standin'
by told us that it wuz "ha'nted."

Josiah pawed at it, and shawed at the idee of a gost.

But I sez, "There! that is the only thing Saratoga lacked to make
her perfectly interestin', and that is a gost!"

But agin Josiah pawed at the idee, and sez, "There never wuz such
a thing as a gost! and never will be." And sez he, "what an
extraordenary idiot anybody must be to believe in any sech thing."
And ag'in he looked very skernful and high-headed, and once ag'in
he shawed.

And I kep' pretty middlin' calm and serene and asked the
bystander, when the gost ha'nted, and where?

And he said, it opened doors and blowed out lights mostly, and
trampled up stairs.