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Identifier: battlegroundadve00john (find matches)
Title: Battleground adventures, the stories of dwellers on the scenes of conflict in some of the most notable battles of the civil war
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed Thomson, Rodney
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Anecdotes
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton Mifflin Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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y down the hole to the feeding-room when he noticed the ghos. But he thought it was atramp, and he says, Git out of hyar. I dont allowtramps in the barn on account of fire. The ghos did nt say anything and jus stood thar.Holt got mad then and tried to gouge the ghos with hispitchfork, and the fork went right through the ghos intothe weather-boarding. That was evidence it was nt notramp, and Holt jumped right down the hole into thefeeding-room. His horses did nt git no hay that night,and for a good while afterward he fed em tolerable early. Holts father used to laugh at him bout that ghos, butone evenin Holt met the ol man comin from the barn ashard as he could run. Oh! he was comin from thar skatin.He did nt laugh at Holt no mo. Another time a black man whod gone to the barn alittle late to feed the stock come out of there a-hustlin,and he was whoopin as if he was goin to be killed. But the ghos did nobody no harm, and Holt got sohe d go in thar any time of night. He become accustomed
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THE SPOOK IN THE IJARX ^rTV V^ „fou>£ii The Black Fiddler 419 to seeing this thing and paid no attention to it. Oncewhen he threshed his wheat the grain was too damp toput in sacks, and he left it on the barn floor a few days todry. Thar was some danger that it would be stolen, andhe stayed in the barn nights to guard it and slept on anor lounge he carried out from the house. He said thatnight after night he went to sleep with that feller standinon the haymow steps. He seen him perfectly plain, evento the straps on his boots what he hooked his fingers in topull em on. Thar s people who have tried all sorts of ways to seethat ghos and never could, and thar s plenty of otherswho have seen it. I know this — that Holt Hottel was asreliable a man as thar was in the state. His word was asgood as his bond. Down at Belle Grove House they used to hear a buggydrive up there of a night, and a bell would tap for a waiterto come and take the team. Another queer thing at thathouse was a doo

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