Globe-Democrat New Haven Special: A genuine ghost story comes from Chesire, a small rural town about fourteen miles north of this city. Patrick Egan, one of the oldest citizens of the town, on Wednesday night was riding along with his horse and buggy on the road by the old Jenny Hill Barytes mine, when suddenly his horse shied and nearly overturned the buggy. He quieted the horse down, and then came from the mine, or by the side of the road, a most indescribable hobgoblin, who came up to the buggy and climbed in. Egan seemed to have lost all power of protest. The presence [was] rather misty and faintly resembled a human being. It with him half a mile, when the horse stopped of this own accord, and the ghostly alighted and vanished into the air and Egan at once felt like himself. The ghost had no weight and did not cause the springs of the buggy to sag a bit. Egan says that the best $20 gold piece ever coined would not induce him to go over that road again. He says the same ghost got into his wagon some time ago in precisely the same way, and went through exactly the same performance. No amount of argument or reasoning will induce Egan to admit that he has been a victim of optical illusion, or that he may be suffering under temporary mental aberration.
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