I saw what I took to be a somewhat high dogcart, in which two people were seated, turning in at the avenue gate.  As I had my coat and waistcoat off, and was not in a state to receive visitors, I got behind a newly-made hay-cock and watched the vehicle until it came to a bend in the avenue where there is a clump of trees which obscured it from my view.  As it did not, however, reappear, I concluded that the occupants had either stopped for some reason or had taken by mistake a cart-way leading to the back gate into the garden.  Hastily putting on my coat, I went down to the bend in the avenue, but to my surprise there was nothing to be seen.

“Returning to the Rectory, I met my housekeeper, who has been with me for nearly twenty years, and I told her what I had seen.  She then told me that about a month before, while I was away from home, my man had one day gone with the trap to the station.  She saw, just as I did, a trap coming up the avenue until it was lost to sight owing to the intervention of the clump of trees.  As it did not come on, she went down to the bend, but there was no trap to be seen.  When the man came in some half-hour after, my housekeeper asked him if he had come half-way up the avenue and turned back, but he said he had only that minute come straight from the station.  My housekeeper said she did not like to tell me about it before, as she thought I ‘would have laughed at her.’  Whether the ‘spectral gig’ which I saw and the ‘phantom coach’ which my wife and I have often heard are one and the same I know not, but I do know that what I saw in the full blaze of the summer sun was not inspired by a dose of the spirits referred to by my friend the parish priest.

“Some time during the winter of 1912, I was in the motor-house one dark evening at about 6 P.M.  I was working at the engine, and as the car was ‘nose in’ first, I was, of course, at the farthest point from the door.  I had sent my man down to the village with a message.  He was gone about ten minutes when I heard heavy footsteps enter the yard and come over to the motor-house.  I ‘felt’ that there was some one in the house quite close to me, and I said, ‘Hullo, ——­, what brought you back so soon,’ as I knew he could not have been to the village and back.  As I got no reply, I took up my electric lamp and went to the back of the motor to see who was there, but there was no one to be seen, and although I searched the yard with my lamp, I could discover no one.  About a week later I heard the footsteps again under almost identical conditions, but I searched with the same futile result.

“Before I stop, I must tell you about a curious ‘presentiment’ which happened with regard to a man I got from the Queen’s County.  He arrived on a Saturday evening, and on the following Monday morning I put him to sweep the avenue.  He was at his work when I went out in the motor car at about 10:30 A.M.  Shortly after I left he left his wheel-barrow and tools on the avenue (just at