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Updated: April 30, 2025
Las' night, close on t' mawnin'? Well, suh, Ah 'low that there ghos' done it." "Ghost? What where was any ghost?" "Right yer at de tool house. Come walkin' roun' de corner fo' Ah could grab up man stick an' Ah jes' lef' de place." "What? Ran away and from your duty? You were put here to guard the plant; not to let any old " "Didn't 'low t' guard it 'gainst no ghos'es.
It was evident from the way he held his club that he meant not to desert his post and that he believed his late assailant was returning. At sight of Gus, the colored man's relief showed in his drawn face. "Mist' Gus! It's you, honey! My Lawd! Ah done been shot! By the ghos', Mist' Gus, whut ain't nothin' no mo'n dat low-down, no 'count nephew o' ol' Mist' Hooper's.
Ah ain't gwine lose mah job jes' fo' dodgin' a ghos', is I?" "What did this fellow look like?" asked Gus. "Ah nevah could tell 'bout it; didn't take no time for' t' look sharp. Ah wuz on'y jes' leavin'." "Now, see here, George," said Bill, his native gentleness dominating, "if you'll promise to say nothing about this, keep on the job and grab the next ghost, we'll let you stay on.
"Yessum we believed ha'nts would be at de grave yard. I didn' pay no' tention to dem tho', for I know de evil spirit is dere. Iffen you don't believe it, let one of 'em slap you. I ain't seed one, but I'se heard 'em. I seed someone, dey said was a ghos', but it got 'way quick. "When we got sick de doctor come at once, and Mistiss was right dere to see we was cared fer. A doctor lived on our place.
"Sambo," called out a bystander, making fun of the old darkey, "do you know what you are looking at?" "Well, if I doan, den I can't find out frum dis yere crowd." "What do they call it, Sambo?" some one else asked. "Sh-sh'h that's a secret; an' if I shud tell you, you cudn't keep it." "Is it yours?" "I dun sole mine to Mistah Vand'bilt las' week; he name it de White Ghos' after me."
In the field and on the Staunton road all was commotion; wagons with their teams moving in double column up the road, negro teamsters clamouring with ashen looks, "Dose damn Yanks! Knowed we didn't see dat ghos' fer nothin' las' night!" Wagon masters shouted, guards and sentries looked townward with anxious eyes.
I'se seed many a ghos' an' a ha'nt in meh time, uv humans, but dat wus de fus' time I uver heard tell uv a horse or a hack risin' f'um de daid. 'Twus skeery, sho'!"
"I didn't see anything," said Hortense. "I heard something, but it was probably only a rat." She spoke bravely, quite like Grandfather. "'Twan't no rat," muttered Aunt Esmerelda gloomily, shaking her head. "It's a ha'nt or a ghos'. Dey's ha'nts and ghos's all 'roun dis place." Hortense began to feel quite brave after she had arrived safely in the cheerful dining room.
He bounced up and stared at me wild. Then he drops down on his knees, and puts his hands together and says: "Doan' hurt me don't! I hain't ever done no harm to a ghos'. I alwuz liked dead people, en done all I could for 'em. You go en git in de river agin, whah you b'longs, en doan' do nuffn to Ole Jim, 'at 'uz awluz yo' fren'." Well, I warn't long making him understand I warn't dead.
By the hide an' horns o' the devil! We got to know what's a-goin' on out thar. You fellers are a-settin' eround these 'ere forts as if ye had nothin' to do but chaw beef steak an' wipe yer rifles an' pick yer teeth. Why don't ye go out thar in the bush and do a little skeerin' yerselves? Ye're like a lot o' ol' women settin' by the fire an' tellin' ghos' stories."
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