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Dates: during 1873-1873
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...ghost of an old professor who used to occupy her room twenty or thirty years ago. According to her story, he scowled at her fearfully, and gruffly bade her vacate immediately, and no longer let his room be desecrated by a female presence. Tradition makes spirits quite common around Cambridge, and the Professor at the Breakfast Table, you know, mentions having seen the devil's footsteps here in his youth. I have often fancied that certain black streaks on the end of Holworthy were his tracks burnt into the bricks, perhaps when he was going up to spend the evening...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A LETTER. | 2/21/1873 | See Source »

Then, gaining the summit, he panted, and gazed for an instant around...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LINES. | 2/21/1873 | See Source »

When dusky shadows nightly close around...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: NO BEER. | 2/21/1873 | See Source »

...empty bottles" - "nasty" to her, I fear, because they were empty - and the broken glass trodden into the carpet. And as I think the matter over, I remember that Jones said something about its not being right to allow somebody to go to bed alone; that somebody chased Jones around the room, and finally threw a boot at his head as he disappeared through the door. All this is a little misty; but what followed is much clearer. I remember I sank into an arm-chair by the fire with no definite purpose in mind, but how long...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY SPIRIT CHUM. | 2/7/1873 | See Source »

...very fireplace by which we were sitting, I had fully made up my mind to break my long silence and ask him if he knew anything about Eliot's Indian College or Harvard's only Indian graduate, Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck Indus, when the door suddenly opened, and, on looking around, I discovered that it was broad daylight, that the old man had vanished, and that the new-comer was Jones. Yes, Jones, back with a racking headache, to beg for the homoeopathic remedy of "a hair of the dog that bit him." I told him the whole story without reserve...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MY SPIRIT CHUM. | 2/7/1873 | See Source »

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