And I associate
them still.
* * * * *
It was, I think, in the same year--in the year that the foregoing
account was narrated to me--that I heard another story of the
hauntings at Glamis, a story in connection with a lady whom I will
call Miss Macginney. I append her experience as nearly as possible as
she is stated to have told it.
* * * * *
I seldom talk about my adventure, Miss Maginney announced, because so
many people ridicule the superphysical, and laugh at the mere mention
of ghosts. I own I did the same myself till I stayed at Glamis; but a
week there quite cured me of scepticism, and I came away a confirmed
believer.
The incident occurred nearly twenty years ago--shortly after my return
from India, where my father was then stationed.
It was years since I had been to Scotland, indeed I had only once
crossed the border and that when I was a babe; consequently I was
delighted to receive an invitation to spend a few weeks in the land of
my birth. I went to Edinburgh first--I was born in Drumsheugh
Gardens--and thence to Glamis.
It was late in the autumn, the weather was intensely cold, and I
arrived at the castle in a blizzard. Indeed, I do not recollect ever
having been out in such a frightful storm. It was as much as the
horses could do to make headway, and when we reached the castle we
found a crowd of anxious faces eagerly awaiting us in the hall.
Chilled! I was chilled to the bone, and thought I never should thaw.
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