{"product_id":"2940013758636","title":"The Ghost Walker","description":"Don Murdock came to the territories with three guns and a breaking\u003cbr\u003eheart. At least he had tried to keep the rifts wedged open and still\u003cbr\u003epreserved the similitude of hopeless grief and .unconquerable despair.\u003cbr\u003eIt had been easy enough that night when the New York skyline was\u003cbr\u003efalling astern and he had looked over the side of the Berengaria and\u003cbr\u003ehad seen, almost on the verge of tears, the pilot's hazardous climb to\u003cbr\u003ethe waiting boat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis man, thought Donald, swallowing a lump in his throat, was going\u003cbr\u003eback to a woman who loved him. A sane, shrewd mother of children, who\u003cbr\u003ewent to church on Sundays and scoffed at ghosts. He could not imagine\u003cbr\u003eMr. Pilot and Mrs. Pilot facing one another, trembling with fury over\u003cbr\u003ethe matter of manifestations.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe could not imagine Mrs. Pilot drawing her wedding ring from her\u003cbr\u003efinger, flinging it on to the table and saying: \"I think we are wasting\u003cbr\u003etime, Donald: you cannot understand and never will understand. You are\u003cbr\u003ejust puffed up with conceit like every other college boy--you think\u003cbr\u003epeople are crazy because you haven't the vision or the enterprise to\u003cbr\u003eget outside your own narrow circle...\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll that sort of stuff, mostly illogical, but very, very,\u003cbr\u003epoignant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo Donald went tragically to the wilds and made a will before\u003cbr\u003eleaving New York, leaving half of his four million dollars to Jane\u003cbr\u003eFellaby and the other half to found a society for the suppression of\u003cbr\u003eSpiritualism.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJane had been bitten very badly. She had sat in at seances and had\u003cbr\u003eheard voices and seen trumpets move and heard tambourines play, and had\u003cbr\u003ehad other spiritual experiences. And she objected to his description of\u003cbr\u003eProfessor Steelfit as a \"fake\" and her spiritualistic aunt as a\u003cbr\u003ehalfwit--and here he was sailing for Africa, the home of primitive\u003cbr\u003erealities and lions and fever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMr. Commissioner Sanders did not like visitors in the Territories.\u003cbr\u003eThey were a responsibility, and usually he ran them up to Chubiri on\u003cbr\u003ethe lower river (which is as safe as Bond Street and much safer than\u003cbr\u003eBroadway) and sent them back to the ship with a thrilling sense of\u003cbr\u003ehaving faced fearful dangers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBones was usually the guide on these occasions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"On your right, dear old friends, is the village of Goguba, where\u003cbr\u003ethere was a simply fearful massacre...shockin' old bird named N'sumu\u003cbr\u003eused to be chief an' the silly old josser got tight an' behaved simply\u003cbr\u003escandalously. On the left, dear young miss, is the island where all\u003cbr\u003ethese old johnnies are buried...over there's where a perfectly ghastly\u003cbr\u003efeller named Oofaba drowned his naughty old self...\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the \"tourist\" with letters of introduction was not really\u003cbr\u003ewelcome, though he or she had little to complain of in the matter of\u003cbr\u003ecourtesy and loving-kindness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Bones, here's a job for you.\" Sanders looked up from the letters he\u003cbr\u003ewas reading at breakfast. \"We are getting a 'Cook' for a couple of\u003cbr\u003eweeks.\"","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47083172298992,"sku":"2940013758636","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013758636_p0.jpg?v=1763589868","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013758636","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}