On Tuesday morning when the author took his seat at the breakfast table, he placed the sugar bowl lid beside his plate, so that he might have his eyes on it.  In a second it disappeared and fell, in exactly eight minutes by the clock, from the ceiling, a distance of fully twenty feet from the table.  The ghosts got under the table, as on the previous morning, and were so obliging as to produce any sounds called for, such as an exact imitation of the sawing of wood, of drumming and of washing on a wash board.  During the morning several knives were thrown at him; a large crock of salt was taken from the kitchen dresser and placed on the dining room table; the tea kettle was taken from the stove by one of the ghosts and placed out in the yard, as was also the beefsteak, pan and all, which was frying on the stove; and, after dinner, the table was upset.  During the afternoon, while in the parlor, the author made the acquaintance of all the ghosts,—­Bob Nickle, the chief ghost; Maggie Fisher, another ghost almost as bad as Bob; Peter Cox, a quiet old fellow of very little use as a ghost, because he never tries to break chairs, etc.; Mary Fisher, (who says she is Maggie’s sister) Jane Nickle and Eliza McNeal.  The three last are “no good” as ghosts, as all they do is stalk about the house and occasionally upset something.  As there are only six ghosts all told, and they were all present, the author asked them numerous questions, all of which were answered by loud knocks on the floor or on the wall, just as he requested—­all seeming anxious to converse.  The first question the author asked was: 

“Have you all lived on the earth?”

A.—­“Yes.”

Q.—­“Have you seen God?”

A.—­“No.”

Q.—­“Are you in heaven?”

A.—­“No.”

Q.—­“Are you in hell?”

A.—­“Yes.”

Q.—­“Have you seen the devil?”

A.—­very loud—­“Yes.”

Many other questions were answered, but the answers are not worth repeating.

At the conclusion of the interview, one of the ghosts threw the author’s bottle of ink from the table to the floor, spilling the contents on the carpet.

The next day as the author and Esther were entering the parlor, both saw a chair fall over and instantly jump up again.  Neither the author nor Esther were within five feet of the chair at the time.

During the whole of the next day the ghosts stuck pins into Esther’s person.  These pins appeared to come out of the air and the author pulled about thirty from various parts of her body during the day.  In the afternoon the family cat was thrown a distance of five feet by one of the ghosts, and almost had a fit from fright.  She remained in the yard for the balance of the day, and ever afterwards while in the house seemed to be on the lookout for ghosts; possibly she saw and heard them on several occasions afterwards, for her tail often became quite large, as cats’ tails always do when they are frightened or angry, after which she would leave the house in a hurry.  The author saw Esther coming down stairs late in the afternoon, and when she had reached the hall a chair from his room came down after her.  The only other person in the cottage at the time was Olive, and she was at that instant in the kitchen.