es y= neighborhood calamity. It was, I believe, in the very late t'all of 1910 that it became unusually active; it was reported almost nightly at the western end of the bridge. It was said to drift slowly up the hill, past the Presbyterian church, to a point near the Bannockburn Koad where, after a pause, it faded from view. One night, close to New Year's, an old couple, Paul MacPhail and his wife, died in a fire that destroyed their home at tho spot where the light was said’ to have lingered.

Mysterious lights were frequently reported on a low-lying stretch further along the road to the west. Just across the New Haven line, ata place known as McGaughey's Woods, late travelers told of seeing a woman with a shawl over her head wandering about among the trees.

Beyond New Haven Corner, where the Cameron Road branches off toward the river, was the site of a widely-known haunt, "Artie Webster's Ghost,"

Artie Webster, an itinerant preacher and something of an eccentric, was killed here in a fall from the old white horse on which he went about. Each Hullowe'en, the anniversary of his death, brought stories of a figure, astride a white horse, jogying toward the road junction.

About two hundred yards west of New Haven school, directly across the road from my old home, a depression in the ground marked the cellar-hole of an old-time tavern or roadhouse. At this location, on a long-ago Christmas Eve, a pedler was killed in a fight with a local resident. Yearly, during the Christmas season, people vowed that they had seen the form of a man, bearing a pack on his shoulders, at the spot where the | tragedy occurred. _

This haunt was rather close to home, but we had another even closer. On moonlit summer nishts, a little old lady was reportedly seen moving Slowly ° back and forth across our front lawn. This was believed to be the ghost of my great-grandmother Costello who was born, and had lived her whole life,

here. She had been a lover of flowers, and it was said that she returned