The Old Family Coach

A distinguished and accomplished country gentleman and politician, of

scientific tastes, was riding in the New Forest, some twelve miles

from the place where he was residing. In a grassy glade he discovered

that he did not very clearly know his way to a country town which he

intended to visit. At this moment, on the other side of some bushes a

carriage drove along, and then came into clear view where there was a

gap in the bushes. Mr. Hyndford saw it perfectly distinctly; it was a

slightly antiquated family carriage, the sides were in that imitation

of wicker work on green panel which was once so common. The coachman

was a respectable family servant, he drove two horses: two old ladies

were in the carriage, one of them wore a hat, the other a bonnet.

They passed, and then Mr. Hyndford, going through the gap in the

bushes, rode after them to ask his way. There was no carriage in

sight, the avenue ended in a cul-de-sac of tangled brake, and there

were no traces of wheels on the grass. Mr. Hyndford rode back to his

original point of view, and looked for any object which could suggest

the illusion of one old-fashioned carriage, one coachman, two horses

and two elderly ladies, one in a hat and one in a bonnet. He looked

in vain--and that is all!

Nobody in his senses would call this appearance a ghostly one. The

name, however, would be applied to the following tale of

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