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movement of the head as when one seeks in vain 

 for something not to be found, the paddle sank 

 into the water and the phantom boat, urged as by 

 a steady stroke which stirred no ripple, glided, with 

 the white figure in it, along the shore and around 

 the point, and then, heading toward the rapids, 

 vanished from sight. 



It must have been several minutes before either 

 of us spoke. Then John broke the silence with 

 the words, " Well, Mr. Murray, what do you think 

 about it now ? " 



" I think," said I, " that imagination has played 

 a trick on me, or else the old story is true and this 

 is haunted ground." 



"Did you notice the canoe," continued John, 

 " how it was curved and ornamented at either end ; 

 and the paddle, what a delicate shaft it had ; and 

 the face, was it not as the face of a girl ? " 



" Yes," I returned, solemnly, " it was as you de- 

 scribe it, John, save that it did not seem like a 

 real boat or paddle, and the face looked like the 

 outline of a face printed on the air, rather than a 

 solid head." 



" So it did, so it did," responded he ; " but does 

 not the good Book say somewhere that we shall aU 

 be changed at death, and that our bodies will not 

 look as they do now ? " 



" "Well, John, we won't talk any more about it 

 to-night," I replied ; " I want to sleep on it. Toss 



