-Ql- further, was Sam Clow's Hollow, where horses of night travelers were repeatedly frightened; in fact there were a number of runaways at this point. The brook at the curve of the River Koad, at the foot of the BigiHill, ~ was the scene of a widely-reputed haunt. So far as I have ever heard, nothing was actually sighted there, but horses used to balk violently against crossing the little bridge. . . West River Bridge was noted for reports of the frequent sightings of vari-colored lights that appeared at points above and below, as well as upon the bridge, in the vicinity of the draw. It was believed that those lights presaged drownings. | I had an uncle who was an avowed skeptic -- an absolute disbeliever in | all tales of Supernatural phenomena. Many times I have heard him declare that those weird stories were the products of idles, foolish minds whose owners had never in their lives entertained a sensible or /eons tructive thought. One night he was visiting in St. Catherine's at the home of a family friend who had passed away several weeks previously. As he sat in the kitchen, talking with a son of the deceased, he suddenly became aware of a third presence in the room. Glancing about, he saw his departed friend standing behind his son's chair. When, after a minute or two, the figure slowly faded into the shadows outside the range of the lamp, he spoke of what he had seen. The son replied that, several times since his father's death, he had been seen by different members of the family. Later that night at home, my uncle rejated the incident, but thereafter seemed reluctant to discuss it, beyond admitting that he had indeed seen something that very definitely was not a product of his imagination. It was said that he was never again heard to dismiss reports of spirit sightings as mere nonsense. In an episode that might well have become another entry in the annals of eerie events, I played a prominent, though quite involuntary, role. Ona