THE GIBUS DAY. 



island. The ghosts that inhabit it are a coon and 

 her kittens. As we were resting on the sand a 

 mother coon, followed by two of her young ones, 

 came out from behind a little bush and looked 

 into our faces. We sat motionless as she walked 

 around us, sometimes coming close and then 

 scampering away. She played with her kittens, 

 but shooed them off when they came too near us. 

 I snapped a bit of soaked cracker toward her. 

 She ran away and returned several times, finally 

 taking the piece of cracker in her monkey-like 

 paws and rolling it into a ball. Then going to 

 the water she sopped and rolled it again, after 

 which she fed it to her babies. 



I was fumbling in my pocket for another 

 crumb when she saw and fled in a panic, followed 

 by her kittens. They disappeared behind a little 

 bush and I started to look them up, but they had 

 vanished from the face of the earth. There 

 wasn't a place on the little key where a mouse 

 could have hidden from us and we hunted it over 

 and over. The only rational conclusion is that 

 the coon was a ghost and her kittens phantoms, 

 and I have recorded the facts for the considera- 

 tion of the Psychic Society. 



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