Old Stories 249
a marshy meadow, under the eastern shadow of a rough mountain ridge, is a half-choked cellar-hole and a few bushy old apple-trees that show there once stood a farmhouse. If inquiry is pursued, it is ascertained that Moses Pomeroy, a hundred years since, owned this property, and lived there with a numerous family. Among other traditions of the place, is one having to do with a certain jug Moses carried to the village store with considerable regularity to be filled with rum, One dark night he returned laden with this jug, and came opposite the marsh, when he was startled by guttural voices from the pond crying out, “Pomeroy! Pomeroy! Jug o’ rum! jug o’ rum! Got drunk! got drunk! Go home! go home!” These remarks so worked on the mind of Mr. Pomeroy that he said to himself, “If the very frogs have got to mocking me, and saying that I am drunk, I will stop drinking.” Thereupon he swung his jug in air, and threw it far out into the pond.
tim felt’s ghost
Connected with the Ireland Parish district of the city of Holyoke, Mass., is a famous ghost story, which runs as
