The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-03-06


,ppearance cye cry night in the grave
vard The niggers seed il first, and
,hey told sich, terrible tales about it
,h,t the wimmen and children was
afraid to 20 to bed in the dark for a
month, and you couldn't git a niger
70 90 a hundred yards from the house
after dark not for all Georgy. 1t made
mopstrous talk for more n ten miles
roupd the settlement, and everybody
Vas anxious to find gu. whoso ghost il
was and what it wanted. Old Mr..
Walker, what had been cheated out Of
all his property by the lawyers, hadn't
becn dead great while, and as he was
monstrous curious old chap anyhow
the general opinion was that the old
man had come back for something.
Sammy Stonestreet seed the ghost.
and Bob Mcre!sHa seed it, aud old
Miss Curloo seed it, when she was
comm to town to sec her daughter,
Nancy, the night she mad her baby,
and they all gave the same account
the uiggers did, about it's bein dressed
in white, and talking to itself, and
erwin and walkin about among the
toombstones. Bob Moreland aaid he
heard it sneeze two or three times,
lest as natural as any human, and cry
ever SO pitiful.
A good many Of the boys sed they
was gwine to watch for it some night
and speak to it; but their hearts al
ways failed them about dark, and no.
body didn't 60.
One day Bill Wilson come to town,
and was about half cornered down to
Mr.. Harley's store, when the boys
got to banterin him about theTghost.
Ding if I don't see who it is,
ses Bill; II amt afraid Of no ghost
that ever walked on the face of the
yealh.
With that some Of 'cm offered to
bet him five dollars that he dassentgo
inside the graveyard efter dark.
"Done!' ses Bill, 'jest plank up
yer money. But IN to go jest as I've
mind to?'
Yes ses the boys.
s'And shoot the ghostiif I see
it?' scs he.
ITO be shore.
"And I'm to have q bottle of old
Jimmaky, to keep me company
EYES," ses all of them.
"Nuf sed," ses Bill. s'Put up the
stakes in Mr.. Harley hands.
The money was staked and the bis
! ness all fixed in no time.
Now" ses Bill, "give me pair of
! pistols and let me load 'em good my
self land I'll show you whether I'm
! afraid Of ghosts"
Captain SINNERS big brass horse
4 pistols was sent for, and Bill loaded
enc Of em up to the muzzle, and after
3gestin bottle Of lioker in his pocket,
aand takin two or three mere geoa stout
ahorns to raise his courage, he waited
till it was dark. Everybody in town
Twas wide awake to see how the thing
would turn out, and some Of the vim
5miu was monstrous consarned for Bill,
flor fear he'd git carried off by the
ghost shore enough.
j Jest about dark Bill sot out for
Rhe graveyard, with whole heap Of
lellers, who went to see him to
9he gate, so he could give 'em no
Aodge.
s Never you mind" =es Bill. "But
5Ssmember, m to shoot, and"
ITO be shore,' ses all Of 'em.
Bill marched into the middle of the
graveyard, brave as a lyon, singin
81 Shiny night as loud as he GOULD
Put monstrous ont Of tune-and
seat on one of the gravestones.
The graveyard in Pineville stands
D the side Of q hill about half mile
rom town. The fence is monstrous
ugh post an? rail'fence, and the lot is
sI M lolerable big one, extending good
fays down in the hnlser on the tothcr
}lde' whar ther is pine thicket Of
$! bout acre, in which ther aint no
The night was pretty dark, and Bill
a'ught it was monstrous cold, SO he
ept takin drinks every now.and then
keep himself war,r, and singin all
pc songs and calm tunes he know'd
keep awake. Sometimes he the ught
/ heard something down in the bush
and then his hair would sort O.
fa"l up. and he would hold his breath
aa grab hold ee his pistol, what he
3eid cooked in hia Ian. read y To shoot