‘plenty in Breſlaw and other places.’ The damſels could not this time reliſh the wit of their honoured mama; their hearts palpitated with fear; they preſſed cloſe to the old lady, trembling and crying out, ‘Bleſs us! there is Number-Nip, the mountain ſpirit!’ The old lady, whoſe theory differed widely from that of her daughters concerning the inviſible world, and believed in no ſpirits but beaux eſprits and eſprits forts, ſet to chide the girls for theſe low-bred prejudices: ſhe proceeded to prove that all ſtories of ghoſts and apparitions were the abortions of a ſick imagination; and explained the whole from natural appearances.
Her eloquence was proceeding full gallop, when the black figure, that had diſappeared for a few moments out of John’s view, emerged from among the buſhes, and advanced towards the road. It was now plain to be ſeen that John’s eye had taken a falſe meaſure—the man on foot had an head as well as other people, only he did not wear
