St. Paul daily globe., 1889-01-12
A Wonderful Tale Of Matepi-
aliZation of a Revenge
full Spirit.
He Remains in the Flesh Until
His Mission Is Full
filled.
The indicators Of Domestic
Honor Are Found Hanging
on a Tree.


nights the people OF the booming city of
Faego had remained indoors. To vent
ure out into the storm was dangerous.
One man who had started to go down
town had lost his way, and wandering
out to the edge of the big slough had
succumbed to the cold and lay down to
die. His remains were found months
afterwards, when the springtime came.
On the second night of this fearful
storm, Prof. McGuiFe, one of the beet
dev eloped spiritual mediums of the
country. who had removed from Chicago
to Fargo at the solicitation of Maj.
Edwards, was sitting alone in his cosy
parlor, when he suddenly became aware
of the presence of one from the spirit
land. The eyes of the medium closed
he was thrown into trance. How long
he remained in the hypnotic condition
he could not tell to the exact minute.
He knew it was not 9 o'clock when he
fell into the strange sleep, and it was
nalf-past 12 when he first looked at
the clock after coming out of it.
But now comes the strange, wild and
weird part of the story. When he
awoke there sat in chair opposite him
a man, with pale, clear countenance,
and with a pair of black eyes that
seemed to look through the medium.
The man sat gazing at Mcclure as
though he would read what was passing
in the mediums mind. At last the
figure spoke. He said:.
II am Ned Ross. Three years ago [
was left by Jonas Boyd and Bill Tnedge
to perish on the bleak prairie between
CaSSeltOn and the Goose river. l froZe
to death and woke up in the spirit land.
Boyd took his wife home and strangled
her to death, burying the body in the
cellar of his shack. up Oh the banks of
the Goose river. | have for three years
been searching up and down the earth
90 find medium strong and well de-
VCloped enough for me to materiallZe
through. bit until tonight have failed.
| was directed to you by the spirit of
a Cherokee Indian who passed
from earth several centuries ago. He has
been long in the spirit world and has
grown in power by association with the
more gifted spirits. 1t was he who di-
rected me to you, accompanying me
into this very room, bringing upon you
that sleep which has enabled me to ap-
pear once more as living, breathing
boIy on earth. My purpose in return
ing in the flesh is to wreak dire ven
geance on those who so cruelty left me
out in the pitiless storm three years ago,
paying no heed to my piteouS cry for
mercy. | shall remain in the flesh until
[ have got my sweet revenge on those
woman / loved. This accomplished |
shall go back to the spirit world. You
have heard my story. Say not a word
u hnnf If IlntIi ( h1Un fiIl6llnd 11nic
sion. Then you are free to publish it to
the world"
Thus saying, the materialized form
Of Ned Ross, clad in thick wooden
clothes, with fur cap and buffalo over
coat, passed out of the door of Nc
Cures dwelling into the darkness Of
that stormy night.
In April, 1888, there appeared in Gale
dOnia, the county seat of Trail,
stranger, who made his business known
to no one. He took room at the only
hotel in the city, kept by
Judge Henry yShuttleNorth. He mingled
very little with the people of the town
Once in while he would go into John
Little'S store and watch carefully the
people who passed in and out. Not
even DR.. Falk. with all his sociability
and SuaVity of manner could draw him
into conversation. The only amuse-
ment he was ever seen to indulge in
was once in While a game of ''slnch"
with Pete Herbrandson, then as now
one of the county commissioners. Dur
ing the summer he would, every Sun
day, take walk out to Yankee John
sons farm.
One day he was sitting silently in
Col. John Little's store, when in came
Jonas Boyd and Bill Tuedge. They
stepped up to the bar, which was kept
in connection with the store. and in
vited everybody to drink. The mystic
riouS stranger stepped up with the
others and just as they had all filed
their glasses and were about to drink,
he looked full in the face of Boyd.
The glass fell from the hands of BOYD
The stranger Immediately left the place
and went to his own room in the hotel.
Recovering from his sWoon, Boyd
said, gazing wildly around, "My God.
Did you see him, Tuedge, did you see
him?'
''See who?" asked Tuedge.
THAT mar--Or ghost. 1t was he OF
his spirit. thought we made sure of
him."
AS Boyd became calmer under the
care OF Col. Little, who applied restora-
tlVes. he became reticent. He would
answer no questions. He seemed anx-
iouS to get away. and soon he and his
started Oh their way home,
up the Goose.
Boyd told Tuedge. as soon as they
were alone, that the stranger in Little's
store was either Ned Ross or his ghost.
He said he could not be mistaken.
''And," he said, ''this appearance
means something dreadful for us both"
Tuedge laughed at what he regarded
as Il mere morbid fancy of his friend,
and told him he had no reason to fear
anything. He offered him pull out of
his bottle and told him to brace up.
On arriving at his farm house. which
had taken the place of the settlers
shack, he insisted that Tuedge should
remain with him. The next morning he
persuaded Tuedge to make his home
there, and as their farms were near
each other, the arrangement was a very
one. Boyd, from this time
one, was changed man. He was star
tied at every sound; his nerves seemed
to be utterly shattered. He could not
bear to be away from Tuedge, and
NCoiO iVb ilCdI VI jiIG ldtlcl lctNlIS
him for even a brief period.
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One day in January, 1884. there was
gathered quite merry company in Col.
John Little's snug bar room, just off the
store. The big stove was red and glow
ing from the heat of the wood fire. The
boys were telling yarns, playing cards
and occasionally indulging in Gale
lonia's favorite beverage-hotrum. Col.
John was in his happiest mood, quoting
Milton. Moore. Burns and
other old authors. occasionally giving
out some bright thoughts on the
beauty of Cooper's novels, and also
giving fol til some striking quotation
from Scott's ''Marmion." For he was
then, as now, daily reader of the Eng
iSh classics. Among those gathered
there that day were DR.. E. n. Falk. the
of Trail county politics:
'Chet'' Clark. the business king of that