Paul du Chaillu, the intrepid sportsman, goes out hunting accompanied by his man servant. They follow a rabbit into a densely wooded forest, where their attention is attracted to a sign in the form of a crooked hand nailed on a tree. A countryman explains to them that the place is haunted and cautions them against going further into the woods. The hunters ridicule the warning and keep right on. They shoot a rabbit. To their surprise, the ghostly lord of the haunted forest suddenly appears in company with his gamekeeper, who picks up the rabbit and brings it to the sportsman. Before they can thank his lordship he and his gamekeeper vanish and in their place appears a small wooden gate, obstructing the path and indicating that they are trespassing. They are not so easily scared, however, so opening the gate, they proceed still further. Soon they shoot another rabbit. Du Chaillu’s gun is transformed into a broomstick and the game bag into a fox trap. This, of course, puts a stop to their hunting. They next come upon the haunted castle, where they enter and are received with great courtesy by the noble lord. They are ushered into the dining room where they seat themselves at a sumptuous repast, but the chair of one changes into a bath tub and the seat of the other becomes a chafing dish, while the chicken which is about to be carved, takes to itself wings and flies away. They are much incensed, but, as they angrily arise to attack their host the scene changes to the North Pole, and they find themselves confronted by a bear. Then a crevice in the ice opens under their feet and they are almost engulfed in it. The man servant blows his horn to summon assistance, but the instrument explodes and throws the two huntsmen to the ground. Then they wake up and find it was all a dream.