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 RIDING HOME FROM MESS In 1854, General Barter, C.B., was a subaltern in the 75th Regiment, and was doing duty at the hill station of Murree in the Punjaub.