Determining next to go to the smallest and oldest republic in the world(19), the ghost bade his fair companion adieu and started. Wearied with long travel, he sought conveyance. Finding himself on board a queer one, he asked an explanation, and was told this:
"A very mountain high and bright,
In all the land I'm never seen;
Formed of a substance liquid light,
Yet hard and dealing death, I ween.
"Men view me with delight and awe
If I a distance safe preserve.
But my approach they flee before,
Nor pause my beauty to observe."(20).
The ghost next tried the ship(21) that carried the Golden Fleece. This took him to lands where he mounted the seat beside the driver(22) of the chariot of the sun. This he did, not without first being invited. He was too well bred to presume.
But he had run his course, for even the outing of a polite ghost must end. The Revolutionary general(23) who was once tied to the stake by Indians, a fire started around him, and was then saved by a rainstorm, got hold of him, this polite ghost, and was not to be scared by him.
"Who are you?" demanded the general.
"The god(24) of fun," replied the truthful, polite, and mythological ghost.
"Heigho! Heigho!! Heigho!!!" shouted the general at the top of his lungs, and looking up to the sky.
"I'll go, I'll go," said the ghost, frightened at the voice, but relieved at sight of what came in answer to it.
"There! there's the porter of heaven who opens the door(25). Get you gone," thundered the general.
And the ghost went.