For my part, I know not to this hour whether there are any suchthings as real apparitions, spectres, or walking of people afterthey are dead; or whether there is anything in the stories theytell us of that kind more than the product of vapours, sick minds,and wandering fancies: but this I know, that my imagination workedup to such a height, and brought me into such excess of vapours, orwhat else I may call it, that I actually supposed myself often uponthe spot, at my old castle, behind the trees; saw my old Spaniard,Friday's father, and the reprobate sailors I left upon the island;nay, I fancied I talked with them, and looked at them steadily,though I was broad awake, as at persons just before me; and this Idid till I often frightened myself with the images my fancy