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And he knew that there was a Duncan ghost attached to the person of the holder of the title of Baron Duncan of Duncan." "So, besides being the owner of a haunted house in Salem, he was also a haunted man in Scotland?" asked Baby Van Rensselaer. "Just so. But the Scotch ghost was not unpleasant, like the Salem ghost, although it had one peculiarity in common with its trans-Atlantic fellow-spook.
Trustees 1st Ward Charles Bradburn, E. A. Brock. 2d Ward William H. Sholl, William T. Smith. 3d Ward Christopher Mollen, Thomas S. Paddock. 4th Ward William H. Stanley, Rensselaer R. Horrick. 5th Ward Chauncey Tice, Irad L. Beardsley. 6th Ward Bolivar Butts, John A. Bishop. 7th Ward W. C. B. Richardson, George W. Morrill. 8th Ward Charles W. Palmer, S. W. Johnson. 9th Ward Albert Powell, William A. Wood. 10th Ward I. U. Masters, Charles A. Crum. 11th Ward Edward Russell, S. Buhrer.
Yes, fellow-citizens, Hugh Littlepage pays, at this moment, one-twentieth of the taxes of this whole county. That is about the proportion of Ravensnest; and that tax, in reality, comes out of his pockets, as much the greater part of the taxes of Rensselaer and Albany counties, if you will except the cities they contain, are paid by the Rensselaers.
Uncle Larry and Dear Jones were enticing each other into a bet on the ship's run of the morrow. "I'll give you two to one she don't make 420," said Dear Jones. "I'll take it," answered Uncle Larry. "We made 427 the fifth day last year." It was Uncle Larry's seventeenth visit to Europe, and this was therefore his thirty-fourth voyage. "And when did you get in?" asked Baby Van Rensselaer.
A delightful ride of a single day, and most of the distance on the rail-way, will carry us now through a grand succession of waving harvests and verdant woods, of swarming hamlets and splendid towns, from the Cayuga to the Hudson, and set us down in Cloverdale, whose lovely homes nestle like a brood of milk-white doves in the covert of the Rensselaer hills.
At a recent date an attack was made on a post of the enemy near Niagara by a detachment of the regular and other forces under the command of Major-General Van Rensselaer, of the militia of the State of New York.
As these Indians still maintained apparently friendly relations with the whites, the patroon, Van Rensselaer, allowed his agents freely to sell to them fire arms and powder. This distant and feeble post at this time consisted only of a wretched little fort built of logs, with eight or ten small cannon or swivels. A hamlet of about thirty huts was scattered along the river.
"That's an argument in favor of cremation, at any rate," replied Jones, evading the direct question. "It is, if you don't like ghosts; I do," said Baby Van Rensselaer. "And so do I," added Uncle Larry. "I love a ghost as dearly as an Englishman loves a lord." "Go on with your story," said the Duchess, majestically overruling all extraneous discussion.
I heard of a small farm it was a very small one of only twelve acres which could be bought in Rensselaer County, not more than sixteen miles from Albany and Troy. I went to see the place, liked it, and bought it for sixteen hundred dollars. There was a small but good house and a barn on the place, and altogether it was a cheap and desirable property.
"Since he is bound to tell us sooner or later, we'd better be resigned and hear it now," said Dear Jones. "If you are not more eager, I won't tell it at all." "Oh, do, Uncle Larry; you know I just dote on ghost stories," pleaded Baby Van Rensselaer.
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