The moon shone brightly, but on the graveyard side were heavy shadows, except in the open space opposite the church.

I was on the other side, and there was the office of the Democratic paper, and over the door the motto "Our country, right or wrong." This had long appeared to be an uncanny spot, owing to the wickedness of this sentiment, and I was thinking of the possibility of seeing Auld Nick guarding his property, when my attention was attracted to a tall, white figure in the bright moonlight, outside the graveyard fence.
I stopped an instant, in great surprise, and listened for footsteps, but no sound accompanied the motion.

It did not walk, but glided, and must have risen out of the ground, for only a moment before there was nothing visible.

I clasped my hands in mute wonder, but my ghost was getting away, and to make its acquaintance I must hurry.

Crossing the street I ran after and gained on it.