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+Project Gutenberg's Lights And Shadows Of The South, by Charles M. Skinner
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+Title: Lights And Shadows Of The South
+       Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, Volume 5.
+
+Author: Charles M. Skinner
+
+Release Date: October 22, 2006 [EBook #6610]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH ***
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+Produced by David Widger
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+
+                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS
+                                   OF
+                              OUR OWN LAND
+
+                                   By
+                           Charles M. Skinner
+
+                                Vol. 5.
+
+
+                    LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+The Swim at Indian Head
+The Moaning Sisters
+A Ride for a Bride
+Spooks of the Hiawassee
+Lake of the Dismal Swamp
+The Barge of Defeat
+Natural Bridge
+The Silence Broken
+Siren of the French Broad
+The Hunter of Calawassee
+Revenge of the Accabee
+Toccoa Falls
+Two Lives for One
+A Ghostly Avenger
+The Wraith Ringer of Atlanta
+The Swallowing Earthquake
+The Last Stand of the Biloxi
+The Sacred Fire of Natchez
+Pass Christian
+The Under Land
+
+
+
+
+
+LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH
+
+
+
+THE SWIM AT INDIAN HEAD
+
+At Indian Head, Maryland, are the government proving-grounds, where the
+racket of great guns and splintering of targets are a deterrent to the
+miscellaneous visitations of picnics. Trouble has been frequently
+associated with this neighborhood, as it is now suggested in the noisy
+symbolry of war. In prehistoric days it was the site of an aboriginal
+town, whose denizens were like other Indians in their love for fight and
+their willingness to shed blood. Great was the joy of all these citizens
+when a scouting party came in, one day, bringing with them the daughter
+of one of their toughest old hunters and a young buck, from another
+faction, who had come a-courting; her in the neighboring shades.
+
+Capture meant death, usually, and he knew it, but he held himself proudly
+and refused to ask for mercy. It was resolved that he should die. The
+father's scorn for his daughter, that she should thus consort with an
+enemy, was so great that he was on the point of offering her as a joint
+sacrifice with her lover, when she fell on her knees before him and began
+a fervent appeal, not for herself, but for the prisoner. She would do
+anything to prove her strength, her duty, her obedience, if they would
+set him free. He had done injury to none. What justice lay in putting him
+to the torture?
+
+Half in earnest, half in humor, the chief answered, "Suppose we were to
+set him on the farther shore of the Potomac, do you love him well enough
+to swim to him?"
+
+"I do."
+
+"The river is wide and deep."
+
+"I would drown in it rather than that harm should come to him."
+
+The old chief ordered the captive, still bound, to be taken to a point on
+the Virginia shore, full two miles away, in one of their canoes, and when
+the boat was on the water he gave the word to the girl, who instantly
+plunged in and followed it. The chief and the father embarked in another
+birch--ostensibly to see that the task was honestly fulfilled; really,
+perhaps, to see that the damsel did not drown. It was a long course, but
+the maid was not as many of our city misses are, and she reached the
+bank, tired, but happy, for she had saved her lover and gained him for a
+husband.
+
+
+
+
+THE MOANING SISTERS
+
+Above Georgetown, on the Potomac River, are three rocks, known as the
+Three Sisters, not merely because of their resemblance to each other--for
+they are parts of a submerged reef--but because of a tradition that, more
+than a hundred years ago, a boat in which three sisters had gone out for
+a row was swung against one of these rocks. The day was gusty and the
+boat was upset. All three of the girls were drowned. Either the sisters
+remain about this perilous spot or the rocks have prescience; at least,
+those who live near them on the shore hold one view or the other, for
+they declare that before every death on the river the sisters moan, the
+sound being heard above the lapping of the waves. It is different from
+any other sound in nature. Besides, it is an unquestioned fact that more
+accidents happen here than at any other point on the river.
+
+Many are the upsets that have occurred and many are the swimmers who have
+gone down, the dark forms of the sisters being the last shapes that their
+water-blurred eyes have seen. It is only before a human life is to be
+yielded that this low wailing comes from the rocks, and when, on a night
+in May, 1889, the sound floated shoreward, just as the clock in
+Georgetown struck twelve, good people who were awake sighed and uttered a
+prayer for the one whose doom was so near at hand. Twelve hours later, at
+noon, a shell came speeding down the Potomac, with a young athlete
+jauntily pulling at the oars. As he neared the Three Sisters his boat
+appeared to be caught in an eddy; it swerved suddenly, as if struck; then
+it upset and the rower sank to his death.
+
+
+
+
+A RIDE FOR A BRIDE
+
+When the story of bloodshed at Bunker Hill reached Bohemia Hall, in Cecil
+County, Maryland, Albert De Courcy left his brother Ernest to support the
+dignity of the house and make patriotic speeches, while he went to the
+front, conscious that Helen Carmichael, his affianced wife, was watching,
+in pride and sadness, the departure of his company. Letters came and
+went, as they always do, until rumor came of a sore defeat to the
+colonials at Long Island; then the letters ceased.
+
+It was a year later when a ragged soldier, who had stopped at the hall
+for supper, told of Albert's heroism in covering the retreat of
+Washington. The gallant young officer had been shot, he said, as he
+attempted to swim the morasses of Gowanus. But this soldier was in error.
+Albert had been vexatiously bogged on the edge of the creek. While
+floundering in the mud a half dozen sturdy red-coats had lugged him out
+and he was packed off to the prison-ships anchored in the Wallabout. In
+these dread hulks, amid darkness and miasma, living on scant, unwholesome
+food, compelled to see his comrades die by dozens every day and their
+bodies flung ashore where the tide lapped away the sand thrown over them,
+De Courcy wished that death instead of capture had been his lot, for next
+to his love he prized his liberty.
+
+One day he was told off, with a handful of others, for transfer to a
+stockade on the Delaware, and how his heart beat when he learned that the
+new prison was within twenty miles of home! His flow of spirits returned,
+and his new jailers liked him for his frankness and laughed at his honest
+expletives against the king. He had the liberty of the enclosure, and was
+not long in finding where the wall was low, the ditch narrow, and the
+abatis decayed--knowledge that came useful to him sooner than he
+expected, for one day a captured horse was led in that made straight for
+him with a whinny and rubbed his nose against his breast.
+
+"Why!" he cried,--"it's Cecil! My horse, gentlemen--or, was. Not a better
+hunter in Maryland!"
+
+"Yes," answered one of the officers. "We've just taken him from your
+brother. He's been stirring trouble with his speeches and has got to be
+quieted. But we'll have him to-day, for he's to be married, and a
+scouting party is on the road to nab him at the altar."
+
+"Married! My brother! What! Ernest, the lawyer, the orator? Ho, ho! Ah,
+but it's rather hard to break off a match in that style!"
+
+"Hard for him, maybe; but they say the lady feels no great love for him.
+He made it seem like a duty to her, after her lover died."
+
+"How's that? Her own--what's her name?"
+
+"Helen--Helen Carmichael, or something like that."
+
+Field and sky swam before De Courcy's eyes for a moment; then he resumed,
+in a calm voice, and with a pale, set face, "Well, you're making an
+unhappy wedding-day for him. If he had Cecil here he would outride you
+all. Ah, when I was in practice I could ride this horse and snatch a
+pebble from the ground without losing pace!"
+
+"Could you do it now?"
+
+"I'm afraid long lodging in your prison-ships has stiffened my joints,
+but I'd venture at a handkerchief."
+
+"Then try," said the commandant.
+
+De Courcy mounted into the saddle heavily, crossed the grounds at a
+canter, and dropped a handkerchief on the grass. Then, taking a few turns
+for practice, he started at a gallop and swept around like the wind. His
+seat was so firm, his air so noble, his mastery of the steed so complete,
+that a cheer of admiration went up. He seemed to fall headlong from the
+saddle, but was up again in a moment, waving the handkerchief gayly in
+farewell--for he kept straight on toward the weak place in the wall. A
+couple of musket-balls hummed by his ears: it was neck or nothing now! A
+tremendous leap! Then a ringing cry told the astonished soldiers that he
+had reached the road in safety. Through wood and thicket and field he
+dashed as if the fiend were after him, and never once did he cease to
+urge his steed till he reached the turnpike, and saw ahead the scouting
+party on its way to arrest his brother.
+
+Turning into a path that led to the rear of the little church they were
+so dangerously near, he plied hands and heels afresh, and in a few
+moments a wedding party was startled by the apparition of a black horse,
+all in a foam, ridden by a gaunt man, in torn garments, that burst in at
+the open chancel-door. The bridegroom cowered, for he knew his brother.
+The bride gazed in amazement. "'Tis the dead come to life!" cried one. De
+Courcy had little time for words. He rode forward to the altar, swung
+Helen up behind him, and exclaimed, "Save yourselves! The British are
+coming! To horse, every one, and make for the manor!" There were shrieks
+and fainting--and perhaps a little cursing, even if it was in
+church,--and when the squadron rode up most of the company were in full
+flight. Ernest was taken, and next morning held his brother's place on
+the prison-list, while, as arrangements had been made for a wedding,
+there was one, and a happy one, but Albert was the bridegroom.
+
+
+
+
+SPOOKS OF THE HIAWASSEE
+
+The hills about the head of the Hiawassee are filled with "harnts," among
+them many animal ghosts, that ravage about the country from sheer
+viciousness. The people of the region, illiterate and superstitious, have
+unquestioning faith in them. They tell you about the headless bull and
+black dog of the valley of the Chatata, the white stag of the
+Sequahatchie, and the bleeding horse of the Great Smoky Mountains--the
+last three being portents of illness, death, or misfortune to those who
+see them.
+
+Other ghosts are those of men. Near the upper Hiawassee is a cave where a
+pile of human skulls was found by a man who had put up his cabin near the
+entrance. For some reason, which he says he never understood, this farmer
+gathered up the old, bleached bones and dumped them into his shed. Quite
+possibly he did not dare to confess that he wanted them for fertilizers
+or to burn them for his poultry.
+
+Night fell dark and still, with a waning moon rising over the
+mountains--as calm a night as ever one slept through. Along toward the
+middle of it a sound like the coming of a cyclone brought the farmer out
+of his bed. He ran to the window to see if the house were to be uprooted,
+but the forest was still, with a strange, oppressive stillness--not a
+twig moving, not a cloud veiling the stars, not an insect chirping.
+Filled with a vague fear, he tried to waken his wife, but she was like
+one in a state of catalepsy.
+
+Again the sound was heard, and now he saw, without, a shadowy band
+circling about his house like leaves whirled on the wind. It seemed to be
+made of human shapes, with tossing arms--this circling band--and the
+sound was that of many voices, each faint and hollow, by itself, but loud
+in aggregate. He who was watching realized then that the wraiths of the
+dead whose skulls he had purloined from their place of sepulture were out
+in lament and protest. He went on his knees at once and prayed with vigor
+until morning. As soon as it was light enough to see his way he replaced
+the skulls, and was not troubled by the "haunts" again. All the gold in
+America, said he, would not tempt him to remove any more bones from the
+cave-tombs of the unknown dead.
+
+
+
+
+LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP
+
+Drummond's Pond, or the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, is a dark and lonely
+tarn that lies in the centre of this noted Virginia morass. It is, in a
+century-old tradition, the Styx of two unhappy ghosts that await the end
+of time to pass its confines and enjoy the sunshine of serener worlds. A
+young woman of a family that had settled near this marsh died of a fever
+caused by its malarial exhalations, and was buried near the swamp. The
+young man to whom she was betrothed felt her loss so keenly that for days
+he neither ate nor slept, and at last broke down in mind and body. He
+recovered a measure of physical health, after a time, but his reason was
+hopelessly lost.
+
+It was his hallucination that the girl was not dead, but had been exiled
+to the lonely reaches of this watery wilderness. He was heard to mutter,
+"I'll find her, and when Death comes I'll hide her in the hollow of a
+cypress until he passes on." Evading restraint, he plunged into the fen,
+and for some days he wandered there, eating berries, sleeping on tussocks
+of grass, with water-snakes crawling over him and poisonous plants
+shedding their baneful dew on his flesh. He came to the lake at last. A
+will-o'the-wisp played along the surface. "'Tis she!" he cried. "I see
+her, standing in the light." Hastily fashioning a raft of cypress boughs
+he floated it and pushed toward the centre of the pond, but the eagerness
+of his efforts and the rising of a wind dismembered the frail platform,
+and he fell into the black water to rise no more. But often, in the
+night, is seen the wraith of a canoe, with a fire-fly lamp burning on its
+prow, restlessly urged to and fro by two figures that seem to be vainly
+searching for an exit from the place, and that are believed to be those
+of the maiden and her lover.
+
+
+
+
+THE BARGE OF DEFEAT
+
+Rappannock River, in Virginia, used to be vexed with shadowy craft that
+some of the populace affirmed to be no boats, but spirits in disguise.
+One of these apparitions was held in fear by the Democracy of Essex
+County, as it was believed to be a forerunner of Republican victory. The
+first recorded appearance of the vessel was shortly after the Civil War,
+on the night of a Democratic mass-meeting at Tappahannock. There were
+music, refreshments, and jollity, and it was in the middle of a rousing
+speech that a man in the crowd cried, "Look, fellows! What is that queer
+concern going down the river?"
+
+The people moved to the shore, and by the light of their torches a hulk
+was seen drifting with the stream--a hulk of fantastic form unlike
+anything that sails there in the daytime. As it came opposite the throng,
+the torchlight showed gigantic negroes who danced on deck, showing
+horrible faces to the multitude. Not a sound came from the barge, the
+halloos of the spectators bringing no response, and some boatmen ventured
+into the stream, only to pull back in a hurry, for the craft had become
+so strangely enveloped in shadow that it seemed to melt into air.
+
+Next day the Democracy was defeated at the polls, chiefly by the negro
+vote. In 1880 it reappeared, and, as before, the Republicans gained the
+day. Just before the election of 1886, Mr. Croxton, Democratic nominee
+for Congress, was haranguing the people, when the cry of "The Black
+Barge!" arose. Argument and derision were alike ineffectual with the
+populace. The meeting broke up in silence and gloom, and Mr. Croxton was
+defeated by a majority of two thousand.
+
+
+
+
+NATURAL BRIDGE
+
+Though several natural bridges are known in this country, there is but
+one that is famous the world over, and that is the one which spans Clear
+Creek, Virginia--the remnant of a cave-roof, all the rest of the cavern
+having collapsed. It is two hundred and fifteen feet above the water, and
+is a solid mass of rock forty feet thick, one hundred feet wide, and
+ninety feet in span. Thomas Jefferson owned it; George Washington scaled
+its side and carved his name on the rock a foot higher than any one else.
+Here, too, came the youth who wanted to cut his name above Washington's,
+and who found, to his horror, when half-way up, that he must keep on, for
+he had left no resting-places for his feet at safe and reachable
+distances--who, therefore, climbed on and on, cutting handhold and
+foothold in the limestone until he reached the top, in a fainting state,
+his knife-blade worn to a stump. Here, too, in another tunnel of the
+cavern, flows Lost River, that all must return to, at some time, if they
+drink of it. Here, beneath the arch, is the dark stain, so like a flying
+eagle that the French officer who saw it during the Revolution augured
+from it a success for the united arms of the nations that used the eagle
+as their symbol.
+
+The Mohegans knew this wonder of natural masonry, for to this point they
+were pursued by a hostile tribe, and on reaching the gulf found
+themselves on the edge of a precipice that was too steep at that point to
+descend. Behind them was the foe; before them, the chasm. At the
+suggestion of one of their medicine-men they joined in a prayer to the
+Great Spirit for deliverance, and when again they looked about them,
+there stood the bridge. Their women were hurried over; then, like so many
+Horatii, they formed across this dizzy highway and gave battle.
+Encouraged by the knowledge that they had a safe retreat in case of being
+overmastered, they fought with such heart that the enemy was defeated,
+and the grateful Mohegans named the place the Bridge of God.
+
+
+
+
+THE SILENCE BROKEN
+
+It was in 1734 that Joist Hite moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia, with
+his wife and boys, and helped to make a settlement on the Shenandoah
+twelve miles south of Woodstock. When picking berries at a distance from
+the village, one morning, the boys were surprised by Indians, who hurried
+with them into the wilderness before their friends could be apprised.
+Aaron, the elder, was strong, and big of frame, with coarse, black hair,
+and face tanned brown; but his brother was small and fair, with blue eyes
+and yellow locks, and it was doubtless because he was a type of the hated
+white race that the Indians spent their blows and kicks on him and spared
+the sturdy one. Aaron was wild with rage at the injuries put upon his
+gentle brother, but he was bound and helpless, and all that he could do
+was to encourage him to bear a stout heart and not to fall behind.
+
+But Peter was too delicate to keep up, and there came a day when he could
+go no farther. The red men consulted for a few moments, then all of them
+stood apart but one, who fitted an arrow to his bow. The child's eyes
+grew big with fear, and Aaron tore at his bonds, but uselessly, and
+shouted that he would take the victim's place, but no one understood his
+speech, and in another moment Peter lay dead on the earth, with an arrow
+in his heart. Aaron gave one cry of hate and despair, and he, too, sank
+unconscious. On coming to himself he found that he was in a hut of
+boughs, attended by an old Indian, who told him in rude English that he
+was recovering from an illness of several weeks' duration, and that it
+was the purpose of his tribe to adopt him. When the lad tried to protest
+he found to his amazement that he could not utter a sound, and he learned
+from the Indian that the fever had taken away his tongue. In the dulness
+and weakness of his state he submitted to be clothed in Indian dress,
+smeared with a juice that browned his skin, and greeted by his brother's
+slayers as one of themselves. When he looked into a pool he found that he
+had, to all intents, become an Indian. In time he became partly
+reconciled to this change, for he did not know and could not ask where
+the white settlements lay; his appearance and his inability to speak
+would prevent his recognition by his friends, the red men were not unkind
+to him, and every boy likes a free and out-door life. They taught him to
+shoot with bow and arrow, but they kept him back if a white settlement
+was to be plundered.
+
+Three years had elapsed, and Aaron, grown tall and strong, was a good
+hunter who stood in favor with the tribe. They had roamed back to the
+neighborhood of Woodstock, when, at a council, Aaron overheard a plot to
+fall on the village where his parents lived. He begged, by signs, to be
+allowed to go with them, and, believing that he could now be trusted,
+they offered no objection. Stoic as he had grown to be, he could not
+repress a tear as he saw his old home and thought of the peril that it
+stood in. If only he could give an alarm! The Indians retired into the
+forest to cook their food where the smoke could not be seen, while Aaron
+lingered at the edge of the wood and prayed for opportunity. He was not
+disappointed. Two girls came up through the perfumed dusk, driving cows
+from the pasture, and as they drew near, Aaron, pretending not to see
+them, crawled out of the bush with his weapons, and made a show of
+stealthily examining the town. The girls came almost upon him and
+screamed, while he dashed into the wood in affected surprise and regained
+the camp. The Indians had heard and seen nothing. The girls would surely
+give the alarm in town.
+
+One by one the lights of the village went out, and when it seemed locked
+in sleep the red marauders crept toward the nearest house--that of Joist
+Hite. They arose together and rushed upon it, but at that moment a gun
+was fired, an Indian fell, and in a few seconds more the settlers, whom
+the girls had not failed to put on their guard, were hurrying from their
+hiding-places, firing into the astonished crowd of savages, who dashed
+for the woods again, leaving a dozen of their number on the ground. Aaron
+remained quietly standing near his father's house, and he was captured,
+as he hoped to be. When he saw how his parents had aged with time and
+grief he could not repress a tear, but to his grief was added terror when
+his father, after looking him steadily in the eye without recognition,
+began to load a pistol. "They killed my boys," said he, "and I am going
+to kill him. Bind him to that tree."
+
+In vain the mother pleaded for mercy; in vain the dumb boy's eyes
+appealed to his father's. He was not afraid to die, and would do so
+gladly to have saved the settlement; but to die by his father's band! He
+could not endure it. He was bound to a tree, with the light of a fire
+shining into his face.
+
+The old man, with hard determination, raised the weapon and aimed it
+slowly at the boy's heart. A surge of feeling shook the frame of the
+captive--he threw his whole life into the effort--then the silence of
+three years was broken, and he cried, "Father!" A moment later his
+parents were sobbing joyfully, and he could speak to them once more.
+
+
+
+
+SIREN OF THE FRENCH BROAD
+
+Among the rocks east of Asheville, North Carolina, lives the Lorelei of
+the French Broad River. This stream--the Tselica of the Indians--contains
+in its upper reaches many pools where the rapid water whirls and deepens,
+and where the traveller likes to pause in the heats of afternoon and
+drink and bathe. Here, from the time when the Cherokees occupied the
+country, has lived the siren, and if one who is weary and downcast sits
+beside the stream or utters a wish to rest in it, he becomes conscious of
+a soft and exquisite music blending with the plash of the wave.
+
+Looking down in surprise he sees--at first faintly, then with
+distinctness--the form of a beautiful woman, with hair streaming like
+moss and dark eyes looking into his, luring him with a power he cannot
+resist. His breath grows short, his gaze is fixed, mechanically he rises,
+steps to the brink, and lurches forward into the river. The arms that
+catch him are slimy and cold as serpents; the face that stares into his
+is a grinning skull. A loud, chattering laugh rings through the
+wilderness, and all is still again.
+
+
+
+
+THE HUNTER OF CALAWASSEE
+
+Through brisk November days young Kedar and his trusty slave, Lauto,
+hunted along the Calawassee, with hope to get a shot at a buck--a buck
+that wore a single horn and that eluded them with easy, baffling gait
+whenever they met it in the fens. Kedar was piqued at this. He drained a
+deep draught and buttoned his coat with an air of resolution. "Now, by my
+soul," quoth he, "I'll have that buck to-day or die myself!" Then he
+laughed at the old slave, who begged him to unsay the oath, for there was
+something unusual about that animal--as it ran it left no tracks, and it
+passed through the densest wood without halting at trees or undergrowth.
+"Bah!" retorted the huntsman. "Have up the dogs. If that buck is the
+fiend himself, I'll have him before the day is out!" The twain were
+quickly in their saddles, and they had not been long in the wood before
+the one-horned buck was seen ahead, trotting with easy pace, yet with
+marvellous swiftness.
+
+Kedar, who was in advance, whipped up his horse and followed the deer
+into a cypress grove near the Chechesee. As the game halted at a pool he
+fired. The report sounded dead in the dense wood, and the deer turned
+calmly, watched his pursuer until he was close at hand, then trotted away
+again. All day long he held the chase. The dogs were nowhere within
+sound, and he galloped through the forest, shouting and swearing like a
+very devil, beating and spurring the horse until the poor creature's head
+and flanks were reddened with blood. It was just at sunset that Kedar
+found himself again on the bank of the Calawassee, near the point he had
+left in the morning, and heard once more the baying of his hounds. At
+last his prey seemed exhausted, and, swimming the river, it ran into a
+thicket on the opposite side and stood still. "Now I have him!" cried the
+hunter. "Hillio, Lauto! He's mine!" The old negro heard the call and
+hastened forward. He heard his master's horse floundering in the swamp
+that edged the river--then came a plash, a curse, and as the slave
+arrived at the margin a few bubbles floated on the sluggish current. The
+deer stood in the thicket, staring with eyes that blazed through the
+falling darkness, and, with a wail of fear and sorrow, old Lauto fled the
+spot.
+
+
+
+
+REVENGE OF THE ACCABEE
+
+The settlement made by Lord Cardross, near Beaufort, South Carolina, was
+beset by Spaniards and Indians, who laid it in ashes and slew every
+person in it but one. She, a child of thirteen, had supposed the young
+chief of the Accabees to be her father, as he passed in the smoke, and
+had thrown herself into his arms. The savage raised his axe to strike,
+but, catching her blue eye raised to his, more in grief and wonder than
+alarm, the menacing hand fell to his side, and, tossing the girl lightly
+to a seat on his shoulder, he strode off into the forest. Mile after mile
+he bore her, and if she slept he held her to his breast as a father holds
+a babe. When she awoke it was in his lodge on the Ashley, and he was
+smiling in her face. The chief became her protector; but those who
+marked, with the flight of time, how his fierceness had softened, knew
+that she was more to him than a daughter. Years passed, the girl had
+grown to womanhood, and her captor declared himself her lover. She seemed
+not ill pleased at this, for she consented to be his wife. After the
+betrothal the chief joined a hunting party and was absent for a time. On
+his return the girl was gone. A trader who had been bartering merchandise
+for furs had seen her, had been inspired by passion, and, favored by
+suave manners and a white skin, he had won in a day a stronger affection
+than the Indian could claim after years of loving watchfulness.
+
+When this discovery was made the chief, without a word, set off on the
+trail, and by broken twig, by bended grass and footprints at the
+brook-edge, he followed their course until he found them resting beneath
+a tree. The girl sprang from her new lover's arms with a cry of fear as
+the savage, with knife and tomahawk girt upon him, stepped into view, and
+she would have clasped his knees, but he motioned her away; then,
+ordering them to continue their march, he went behind them until they had
+reached a fertile spot on the Ashley, near the present site of
+Charleston, where he halted. "Though guilty, you shall not die," said he
+to the woman; then, to his rival, "You shall marry her, and a white
+priest shall join your hands. Here is your future home. I give you many
+acres of my land, but look that you care for her. As I have been merciful
+to you, do good to her. If you treat her ill, I shall not be far away."
+
+The twain were married and went to live on the acres that had been so
+generously ceded to them, and for a time all went well; but the true
+disposition of the husband, which was sullen and selfish, soon began to
+disclose itself; disagreements arose, then quarrels; at last the man
+struck his wife, and, seizing the deed of the Accabee land and a paper
+that he had forced her to sign without knowing its contents, he started
+for the settlements, intending to sell the property and sail for England.
+On the edge of the village his flight was stayed by a tall form that
+arose in his path-that of the Indian. "I gave you all," said the chief,
+"the woman who should have been my wife, and then my land. This is your
+thanks. You shall go no farther."
+
+With a quick stroke of the axe he cleft the skull of the shrinking
+wretch, and then, cutting off his scalp, the Indian ran to the cottage
+where sat the abandoned wife, weeping before the embers of her fire. He
+roused her by tossing on fresh fuel, but she shrank back in grief and
+shame when she saw who had come to her. "Do not fear," he said. "The man
+who struck you meant to sell your home to strangers"--and he laid the
+deed of sale before her, "but he will never play you false or lay hands on
+you again. Look!" He tossed the dripping scalp upon the paper. "Now I
+leave you forever. I cannot take you back among my people, who do not
+know deceit like yours, nor could I ever love you as I did at first."
+Turning, without other farewell he went out at the door. When this gift
+of Accabee land was sold--for the woman could no longer bear to live on
+it, but went to a northern city--a handsome house was built by the new
+owner, who added game preserves and pleasure grounds to the estate, but
+it was "haunted by a grief." Illness and ill luck followed the purchase,
+and the house fell into ruin.
+
+
+
+
+TOCCOA FALLS
+
+Early in the days of the white occupation of Georgia a cabin stood not
+far from the Falls of Toccoa (the Beautiful). Its only occupant was a
+feeble woman, who found it ill work to get food enough from the wild
+fruits and scanty clearing near the house, and she had nigh forgotten the
+taste of meat; for her two sons, who were her pride no less than her
+support, had been killed by savages. She often said that she would gladly
+die if she could harm the red men back, in return for her
+suffering--which was not Christian doctrine, but was natural. She was
+brooding at her fire, one winter evening, in wonder as to how one so weak
+and old as she could be revenged, when her door was flung open and a
+number of red men filled her cabin. She hardly changed countenance. She
+did not rise. "You may take my life," she said, "for it is useless, now
+that you have robbed it of all that made it worth living."
+
+"Hush!" said the chief. "What does the warrior want with the scalps of
+women? We war on your men because they kill our game and steal our land."
+
+"Is it possible that you come to our homes except to kill?"
+
+"We are strangers and have lost our way. You must guide us to the foot of
+Toccoa and lead us to our friends."
+
+"I lead you? Never!"
+
+The chief raised his axe, but the woman did not flinch. There was a
+pause, in which the iron still hung menacing. Suddenly the dame looked up
+and said, "If you promise to protect me, I will lead you."
+
+The promise was given and the band set forth, the aged guide in advance,
+bending against the storm and clasping her poor rags about her. In the
+darkest part of the wood, where the roaring of wind and groaning of
+branches seemed the louder for the booming of waters, she cautioned the
+band to keep in single file, but to make haste, for the way was far and
+the gloom was thickening. Bending their heads against the wind they
+pressed forward, she in advance. Suddenly, yet stealthily, she sprang
+aside and crouched beneath a tree that grew at the very brink of the
+fall. The Indians came on, following blindly, and in an instant she
+descried the leader as he went whirling over the edge, and one after
+another the party followed. When the last had gone to his death she arose
+to her feet with a laugh of triumph. "Now I, too, can die!" she cried. So
+saying, she fell forward into the grayness of space.
+
+
+
+
+TWO LIVES FOR ONE
+
+The place of Macon, Georgia, in the early part of this century was marked
+only by an inn. One of its guests was a man who had stopped there on the
+way to Alabama, where he had bought land. The girl who was, to be his
+wife was to follow in a few days. In the morning when he paid his
+reckoning he produced a well-filled pocket-book, and he did not see the
+significant look that passed between two rough black-bearded fellows who
+had also spent the night there, and who, when he set forth, mounted their
+horses and offered to keep him company. As they rode through the deserted
+village of Chilicte one of the twain engaged the traveller in talk while
+the other, falling a little behind, dealt him a blow with a loaded whip
+that unseated him. Divining their purpose, and lacking weapons for his
+own defence, he begged for mercy, and asked to be allowed to return to
+his bride to be, but the robbers had already made themselves liable to
+penalty, and two knife-thrusts in the breast silenced his appeals. The
+money was secured, the body was dropped into a hollow where the wolves
+would be likely to find and mangle it, and the outlaws went on their way.
+
+Men of their class do not keep money long, and when the proceeds of the
+robbery had been wasted at cards and in drink they separated. As in
+fulfilment of the axiom that a murderer is sure to revisit the scene of
+his crime, one of the men found himself at the Ocmulgee, a long time
+afterward, in sight of the new town--Macon. In response to his halloo a
+skiff shot forth from the opposite shore, and as it approached the bank
+he felt a stir in his hair and a touch of ice at his heart, for the
+ferryman was his victim of years ago. Neither spoke a word, but the
+criminal felt himself forced to enter the boat when the dead man waved
+his hand, and he was rowed across, his horse swimming beside the skiff.
+As the jar of the keel was felt on the gravel he leaped out, urged his
+horse to the road, sprang to the saddle, and rushed away in an agony of
+fear, that was heightened when a hollow voice called, "Stay!"
+
+After a little he slackened pace, and a farmer, who was standing at the
+roadside, asked, in astonishment, "How did you get across? There is a
+freshet, and the ferryman was drowned last night." With a new thrill he
+spurred his horse forward, and made no other halt until he reached the
+tavern, where he fell in a faint on the steps, for the strain was no
+longer to be endured. A crowd gathered, but he did not see it when he
+awoke--he saw only one pair of eyes, that seemed to be looking into his
+inmost soul--the eyes of the man he had slain. With a yell of terror and
+of insane fury he rushed upon the ghost and thrust a knife into its
+breast. The frenzy passed. It was no ghost that lay on the earth before
+him, staring up with sightless eyes. It was his fellow-murderer--his own
+brother. That night the assassin's body hung from a tree at the
+cross-roads.
+
+
+
+
+A GHOSTLY AVENGER
+
+In Cuthbert, Georgia, is a gravestone thus inscribed: "Sacred to the
+memory of Jim Brown." No date, no epitaph--for Jim Brown was hanged. And
+this is the story: At the close of the Civil War a company of Federal
+soldiers was stationed in Cuthbert, to enforce order pending the return
+of its people to peaceful occupations. Charles Murphy was a lieutenant in
+this company. His brother, an officer quartered in a neighboring town,
+was sent to Cuthbert one day to receive funds for the payment of some
+men, and left camp toward evening to return to his troop. That night
+Charles Murphy was awakened by a violent flapping of his tent. It sounded
+as though a gale was coming, but when he arose to make sure that the pegs
+and poles of his canvas house were secure, the noise ceased, and he was
+surprised to find that the air was clear and still. On returning to bed
+the flapping began again, and this time he dressed himself and went out
+to make a more careful examination. In the shadow of a tree a man stood
+beckoning. It was his brother, who, in a low, grave voice, told him that
+he was in trouble, and asked him to follow where he should lead him. The
+lieutenant walked swiftly through fields and woods for some miles with
+his relative--he had at once applied for and received a leave of absence
+for a few hours--and they descended together a slope to the edge of a
+swamp, where he stumbled against something. Looking down at the object on
+which he had tripped, he saw that it was his brother's corpse--not newly
+dead, but cold and rigid--the pockets rifled, the clothing soaked with
+mire and blood.
+
+Dazed and terrified, he returned to camp, roused some of his men, and at
+daybreak secured the body. An effort to gain a clue to the murderer was
+at once set on foot. It was not long before evidence was secured that led
+to the arrest of Jim Brown, and there was a hint that his responsibility
+for the crime was revealed through the same supernatural agency that had
+apprised Lieutenant Murphy of his bereavement. Brown was an ignorant farm
+laborer, who had conceived that it was right to kill Yankees, and whose
+cupidity had been excited by learning that the officer had money
+concealed about him. He had offered, for a trifling sum, to take his
+victim by a short cut to his camp, but led him to the swamp instead,
+where he had shot him through the heart. On the culprit's arrival in
+Cuthbert he was lynched by the soldiers, but was cut down by their
+commander before life was extinct, and was formally and conclusively
+hanged in the next week, after trial and conviction.
+
+
+
+
+THE WRAITH RINGER OF ATLANTA
+
+A man was killed in Elliott Street, Atlanta, Georgia, by a cowardly
+stroke from a stiletto. The assassin escaped. Strange what a humming
+there was in the belfry of St. Michael's Church that night! Had the
+murderer taken refuge there? Was it a knell for his lost soul, chasing
+him through the empty streets and beginning already an eternal punishment
+of terror? Perhaps the guilty one did not dare to leave Atlanta, for the
+chimes sang in minor chords on several nights after. The old policeman
+who kept ward in an antiquated guardhouse that stood opposite the
+church--it was afterward shaken down by earthquake--said that he saw a
+human form, which he would avouch to be that of the murdered man, though
+it was wrapped in a cloak, stalk to the doors, enter without opening
+them, glide up the winding stair, albeit he bent neither arm nor knee,
+pass the ropes by which the chimes were rung, and mount to the belfry. He
+could see the shrouded figure standing beneath the gloomy mouths of
+metal. It extended its bony hands to the tongues of the bells and swung
+them from side to side, but while they appeared to strike vigorously they
+seemed as if muffled, and sent out only a low, musical roar, as if they
+were rung by the wind. Was the murderer abroad on those nights? Did he,
+too, see that black shadow of his victim in the belfry sounding an alarm
+to the sleeping town and appealing to be avenged? It may be. At all
+events, the apparition boded ill to others, for, whenever the chimes were
+rung by spectral hands, mourners gathered at some bedside within hearing
+of them and lamented that the friend they had loved would never know them
+more on earth.
+
+
+
+
+THE SWALLOWING EARTHQUAKE
+
+The Indian village that in 1765 stood just below the site of Oxford,
+Alabama, was upset when the news was given out that two of the squaws had
+given simultaneous birth to a number of children that were spotted like
+leopards. Such an incident betokened the existence of some baneful spirit
+among them that had no doubt leagued itself with the women, who were at
+once tried on the charge of witchcraft, convicted, and sentenced to death
+at the stake, while a watch was to be set on the infants, so early
+orphaned, lest they, too, should show signs of malevolent possession. The
+whole tribe, seventeen hundred in number, assembled to see the execution,
+but hardly were the fires alight when a sound like thunder rolled beneath
+their feet, and with a hideous crack and groan the earth opened and
+nearly every soul was engulfed in a fathomless and smoking pit-all,
+indeed, save two, for a couple of young braves who were on the edge of
+the crowd flung themselves flat on the heaving ground and remained there
+until the earthquake wave had passed. The hollow afterward filled with
+water and was called Blue Pond. It is popularly supposed to be
+fathomless, but it was shown that a forest once spread across the bottom,
+when, but a few years ago, a great tree arose from the water, lifting
+first its branches, then turning so as to show its roots above the
+surface, and afterward disappeared.
+
+
+
+
+LAST STAND OF THE BILOXI
+
+The southern part of this country was once occupied by a people called
+the Biloxi, who had kept pace with the Aztecs in civilization and who
+cultivated especially the art of music. In lives of gentleness and peace
+they so soon forgot the use of arms that when the Choctaws descended on
+their fields they were powerless to prevent the onset. Town after town
+they evacuated before the savages, and at last the Biloxi, reduced to a
+few thousands, were driven to the mouth of the Pascagoula River,
+Mississippi, where they intrenched themselves, and for a few months
+withstood the invaders. But the time came when their supplies were
+exhausted, and every form was pinched with hunger. Flight was impossible.
+Surrender commonly meant slaughter and outrage. They resolved to die
+together.
+
+On a fair spring morning the river-ward gates of their fort were opened
+and the survivors of that hapless tribe marched forth, their chief in
+advance, with resolution on his wasted face, then the soldiers and
+counsellors, the young men, the women and children, and the babes asleep
+on the empty breasts of their mothers. As they emerged from the walls
+with slow but steady step they broke into song, and their assailants, who
+had retired to their tents for their meal, listened with surprise to the
+chorus of defiance and rejoicing set up by the starving people. Without
+pause or swerving they entered the bay and kept their march. Now the
+waters closed over the chief, then the soldiers--at last only a few
+voices of women were heard in the chant, and in a few moments all was
+still. Not one shrank from the sacrifice. And for years after the echo of
+that death-song floated over he waves.
+
+Another version of the legend sets forth that the Biloxi believed
+themselves the children of the sea, and that they worshipped the image of
+a lovely mermaid with wondrous music. After the Spaniards had come among
+this gay and gentle people, they compelled them, by tyranny and murder,
+to accept the religion of the white man, but of course it was only
+lip-service that they rendered at the altar. The Biloxi were awakened one
+night by the sound of wings and the rising of the river. Going forth they
+saw the waters of Pascagoula heaped in a quivering mound, and bright on
+its moonlit crest stood a mermaid that sang to them, "Come to me,
+children of the sea. Neither bell, book, nor cross shall win you from
+your queen." Entranced by her song and the potency of her glances, they
+moved forward until they encircled the hill of waters. Then, with hiss
+and roar, the river fell back to its level, submerging the whole tribe.
+The music that haunts the bay, rising through the water when the moon is
+out, is the sound of their revels in the caves below--dusky Tannhausers
+of a southern Venusberg. An old priest, who was among them at the time of
+this prodigy, feared that the want of result to his teachings was due to
+his not being in a perfect state of grace. On his death-bed he declared
+that if a priest would row to the spot where the music sounded, at
+midnight on Christmas, and drop a crucifix into the water, he would
+instantly be swallowed by the waves, but that every soul at the bottom
+would be redeemed. The souls have never been ransomed.
+
+
+
+
+THE SACRED FIRE OF NACHEZ
+
+The Indians of the South, being in contact with the civilized races of
+Central America, were among the most progressive and honorable of the red
+men. They were ruled by intelligence rather than force, and something of
+the respect that Europeans feel for their kingly families made them
+submit to woman's rule. The valley of Nacooche, Georgia, indeed,
+perpetuates in its name one of these princesses of a royal house, for
+though she ruled a large tribe with wisdom she was not impervious to the
+passions of common mortals. The "Evening Star" died by her own hand,
+being disappointed in love affair. Her story is that of Juliet, and she
+and her lover--united in death, as they could not be in life--are buried
+beneath a mound in the centre of he valley.
+
+The Indians of that region had towns built for permanency, and possessed
+some knowledge of the arts, while in religion their belief and rites were
+curiously like those of the Persian fire-worshippers. It was on the site
+of the present city in Mississippi which bears their name that the
+Natchez Indians built their Temple of the Sun. When it was finished a
+meteor fell from heaven and kindled the fire on their altar, and from
+that hour the priests guarded he flame continually, until one night when
+it was extinguished by mischance. This event was believed to be an omen,
+and the people so took it to heart that when the white men came, directly
+after, they had little courage to prosecute a war, and fell back before
+the conqueror, never to hold their ancient home again.
+
+
+
+
+PASS CHRISTIAN
+
+Senhor Vineiro, a Portuguese, having wedded Julia Regalea, a Spaniard, in
+South America, found it needful to his fortunes to leave Montevideo, for
+a revolution was breeding, and no less needful to his happiness to take
+his wife with him from that city, for he was old and she was young. But
+he chose the wrong ship to sail on, for Captain Dane, of the Nightingale,
+was also young, presentable, and well schooled, but heartless. On the
+voyage to New Orleans he not only won the affection of the wife, but slew
+the husband and flung his body overboard. Vainly the wife tried to
+repress the risings of remorse, and vainly, too, she urged Dane to seek
+absolution from her church. She had never loved her husband, and she had
+loved Dane from the first, but she was not at heart a bad woman and her
+peace was gone. The captain was disturbed and suspicious. His sailors
+glanced at him out of the corners of their eyes in a way that he did not
+like. Had the woman in some unintentional remark betrayed him? Could he
+conceal his crime, save with a larger one?
+
+Pass Christian was a village then. On a winter night its people saw a
+glare in the sky, and hurrying to their doors found a ship burning in the
+gulf. Smacks and row-boats put off to the rescue, but hardly were they
+under way ere the ship disappeared as suddenly as if the sea had
+swallowed it. As the night was thick the boats returned, but next morning
+five men were encountered on the shore-all that were left of the crew of
+the Nightingale. Captain Dane was so hospitably received by the people of
+the district, and seemed to take so great a liking for the place, that he
+resolved to live there. He bought a plantation with a roomy old house
+upon it and took his fellow-survivors there to live, as he hoped, an easy
+life. That was not to be. Yellow fever struck down all the men but Dane,
+and one of them, in dying, raved to his negro nurse that Dane had taken
+all the treasure from the ship and put it into a boat, after serving grog
+enough to intoxicate all save the trusted ones of the crew; that he and
+his four associates fired the ship and rowed away, leaving an unhappy
+woman to a horrible fate. Senhora Vineiro was pale but composed when she
+saw the manner of death she was to die. She brought from her cabin a harp
+which had been a solace of her husband and herself and began to play and
+sing an air that some of the listeners remembered. It was an "Ave Maria,"
+and the sound of it was so plaintive that even Dane stopped rowing; but
+he set his teeth when his shoe touched the box of gold at his feet and
+ordered the men to row on. There was an explosion and the vessel
+disappeared. On reaching shore the treasure was buried at the foot of a
+large oak.
+
+This story was repeated by the nurse, but she was ignorant, she had no
+proofs, so it was not generally believed; yet there was a perceptible
+difference in the treatment of Dane by his neighbors, and among the
+superstitious negroes it was declared that he had sold himself to the
+devil. If he had, was it an air from hell that sounded in his ears when
+he was alone?--the "Ave Maria" of a sinning but repentant woman. The
+coldness and suspicion were more than he could stand. Besides, who could
+tell? Evidence might be found against him. He would dig up his treasure
+and fly the country. It was a year from the night when he had fired his
+ship. Going out after dark, that none might see him, he stole to the tree
+and began to dig. Presently a red light grew through the air, and looking
+up he saw a flaming vessel advancing over the sea. It stopped, and he
+could see men clambering into a boat at its side. They rowed toward him
+with such miraculous speed that the ocean seemed to steam with a blue
+light as they advanced. He stood like a stone, for now he could see the
+faces of the rowers, and every one was the face of a corpse--a corpse
+that had been left on board of that vessel and had been in the bottom of
+the sea for the last twelvemonth. They sprang on shore and rushed upon
+him. Next morning Dane's body was found beneath the oak with his hands
+filled with gems and gold.
+
+
+
+
+THE UNDER LAND
+
+When the Chatas looked into the still depths of Bayou Lacombe, Louisiana,
+they said that the reflection of the sky was the empyrean of the Under
+Land, whither all good souls were sure to go after death. Their chief,
+Opaleeta, having fallen into this bayou, was so long beneath the water
+that he was dead when his fellows found him, but by working over him for
+hours, and through resort to prayers and incantations of medicine men,
+his life returned and he stood on his feet once more. Then he grieved
+that his friends had brought him back, for he had been at the gates of
+the Under Land, where the air is blithe and balmy, and so nourishing that
+people live on it; where it is never winter; where the sun shines
+brightly, but never withers and parches; and where stars dance to the
+swing of the breezes. There no white man comes to rob the Indian and
+teach him to do wrong. Gorgeous birds fly through changing skies that
+borrow the tints of flowers, the fields are spangled with blossoms of red
+and blue and gold that load each wind with perfume, the grass is as fine
+as the hair of deer, and the streams are thick with honey.
+
+At sunset those who loved each other in life are gathered to their
+lodges, and raise songs of joy and thankfulness. Their voices are soft
+and musical, their faces are young again and beam with smiles, and there
+is no death. It was only the chiefs who heard his story, for, had all the
+tribe known it, many who were old and ill and weary would have gone to
+the bayou, and leaped in, to find that restful, happy Under Land. Those
+who had gone before they sometimes tried to see, when the lake was still
+and dappled with pictures of sunset clouds, but the dead never came
+back--they kept away from the margin of the water lest they should be
+called again to a life of toil and sorrow. And Opaleeta lived for many
+years and ruled his tribe with wisdom, yet he shared in few of the
+merry-makings of his people, and when, at last, his lodge was ready in
+the Under Land, he gave up his life without a sigh.
+
+
+
+
+
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+                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS
+                                   OF
+                              OUR OWN LAND
+
+                                   By
+                           Charles M. Skinner
+
+                                Vol. 5.
+
+
+                    LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+The Swim at Indian Head
+The Moaning Sisters
+A Ride for a Bride
+Spooks of the Hiawassee
+Lake of the Dismal Swamp
+The Barge of Defeat
+Natural Bridge
+The Silence Broken
+Siren of the French Broad
+The Hunter of Calawassee
+Revenge of the Accabee
+Toccoa Falls
+Two Lives for One
+A Ghostly Avenger
+The Wraith Ringer of Atlanta
+The Swallowing Earthquake
+The Last Stand of the Biloxi
+The Sacred Fire of Natchez
+Pass Christian
+The Under Land
+
+
+
+
+                     LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE SOUTH
+
+
+                         THE SWIM AT INDIAN HEAD
+
+At Indian Head, Maryland, are the government proving-grounds, where the
+racket of great guns and splintering of targets are a deterrent to the
+miscellaneous visitations of picnics.  Trouble has been frequently
+associated with this neighborhood, as it is now suggested in the noisy
+symbolry of war.  In prehistoric days it was the site of an aboriginal
+town, whose denizens were like other Indians in their love for fight and
+their willingness to shed blood.  Great was the joy of all these
+citizens when a scouting party came in, one day, bringing with them the
+daughter of one of their toughest old hunters and a young buck, from
+another faction, who had come a-courting; her in the neighboring shades.
+
+Capture meant death, usually, and he knew it, but he held himself
+proudly and refused to ask for mercy.  It was resolved that he should
+die.  The father's scorn for his daughter, that she should thus consort
+with an enemy, was so great that he was on the point of offering her as
+a joint sacrifice with her lover, when she fell on her knees before him
+and began a fervent appeal, not for herself, but for the prisoner.  She
+would do anything to prove her strength, her duty, her obedience, if
+they would set him free.  He had done injury to none.  What justice lay
+in putting him to the torture?
+
+Half in earnest, half in humor, the chief answered, "Suppose we were to
+set him on the farther shore of the Potomac, do you love him well enough
+to swim to him?"
+
+"I do."
+
+"The river is wide and deep."
+
+"I would drown in it rather than that harm should come to him."
+
+The old chief ordered the captive, still bound, to be taken to a point
+on the Virginia shore, full two miles away, in one of their canoes, and
+when the boat was on the water he gave the word to the girl, who
+instantly plunged in and followed it.  The chief and the father embarked
+in another birch--ostensibly to see that the task was honestly
+fulfilled; really, perhaps, to see that the damsel did not drown.  It
+was a long course, but the maid was not as many of our city misses are,
+and she reached the bank, tired, but happy, for she had saved her lover
+and gained him for a husband.
+
+
+
+
+                           THE MOANING SISTERS
+
+Above Georgetown, on the Potomac River, are three rocks, known as the
+Three Sisters, not merely because of their resemblance to each other--
+for they are parts of a submerged reef--but because of a tradition that,
+more than a hundred years ago, a boat in which three sisters had gone
+out for a row was swung against one of these rocks.  The day was gusty
+and the boat was upset.  All three of the girls were drowned.  Either
+the sisters remain about this perilous spot or the rocks have
+prescience; at least, those who live near them on the shore hold one
+view or the other, for they declare that before every death on the river
+the sisters moan, the sound being heard above the lapping of the waves.
+It is different from any other sound in nature.  Besides, it is an
+unquestioned fact that more accidents happen here than at any other
+point on the river.
+
+Many are the upsets that have occurred and many are the swimmers who
+have gone down, the dark forms of the sisters being the last shapes that
+their water-blurred eyes have seen.  It is only before a human life is
+to be yielded that this low wailing comes from the rocks, and when, on a
+night in May, 1889, the sound floated shoreward, just as the clock in
+Georgetown struck twelve, good people who were awake sighed and uttered
+a prayer for the one whose doom was so near at hand.  Twelve hours
+later, at noon, a shell came speeding down the Potomac, with a young
+athlete jauntily pulling at the oars.  As he neared the Three Sisters
+his boat appeared to be caught in an eddy; it swerved suddenly, as if
+struck; then it upset and the rower sank to his death.
+
+
+
+
+                            A RIDE FOR A BRIDE
+
+When the story of bloodshed at Bunker Hill reached Bohemia Hall, in
+Cecil County, Maryland, Albert De Courcy left his brother Ernest to
+support the dignity of the house and make patriotic speeches, while he
+went to the front, conscious that Helen Carmichael, his affianced wife,
+was watching, in pride and sadness, the departure of his company.
+Letters came and went, as they always do, until rumor came of a sore
+defeat to the colonials at Long Island; then the letters ceased.
+
+It was a year later when a ragged soldier, who had stopped at the hall
+for supper, told of Albert's heroism in covering the retreat of
+Washington.  The gallant young officer had been shot, he said, as he
+attempted to swim the morasses of Gowanus.  But this soldier was in
+error.  Albert had been vexatiously bogged on the edge of the creek.
+While floundering in the mud a half dozen sturdy red-coats had lugged
+him out and he was packed off to the prison-ships anchored in the
+Wallabout.  In these dread hulks, amid darkness and miasma, living on
+scant, unwholesome food, compelled to see his comrades die by dozens
+every day and their bodies flung ashore where the tide lapped away the
+sand thrown over them, De Courcy wished that death instead of capture
+had been his lot, for next to his love he prized his liberty.
+
+One day he was told off, with a handful of others, for transfer to a
+stockade on the Delaware, and how his heart beat when he learned that
+the new prison was within twenty miles of home!  His flow of spirits
+returned, and his new jailers liked him for his frankness and laughed at
+his honest expletives against the king.  He had the liberty of the
+enclosure, and was not long in finding where the wall was low, the ditch
+narrow, and the abatis decayed--knowledge that came useful to him sooner
+than he expected, for one day a captured horse was led in that made
+straight for him with a whinny and rubbed his nose against his breast.
+
+"Why!"  he cried,--it's Cecil!  My horse, gentlemen--or, was.  Not a
+better hunter in Maryland!"
+
+"Yes," answered one of the officers.  We've just taken him from your
+brother.  He's been stirring trouble with his speeches and has got to be
+quieted.  But we'll have him to-day, for he's to be married, and a
+scouting party is on the road to nab him at the altar."
+
+"Married!  My brother!  What!  Ernest, the lawyer, the orator?  Ho, ho!
+Ah, but it's rather hard to break off a match in that style!"
+
+"Hard for him, maybe; but they say the lady feels no great love for him.
+He made it seem like a duty to her, after her lover died."
+
+"How's that?  Her own--what's her name?"
+
+"Helen--Helen Carmichael, or something like that."
+
+Field and sky swam before De Courcy's eyes for a moment; then he
+resumed, in a calm voice, and with a pale, set face, "Well, you're
+making an unhappy wedding-day for him.  If he had Cecil here he would
+outride you all.  Ah, when I was in practice I could ride this horse and
+snatch a pebble from the ground without losing pace!"
+
+"Could you do it now?"
+
+"I'm afraid long lodging in your prison-ships has stiffened my joints,
+but I'd venture at a handkerchief."
+
+"Then try," said the commandant.
+
+De Courcy mounted into the saddle heavily, crossed the grounds at a
+canter, and dropped a handkerchief on the grass.  Then, taking a few
+turns for practice, he started at a gallop and swept around like the
+wind.  His seat was so firm, his air so noble, his mastery of the steed
+so complete, that a cheer of admiration went up.  He seemed to fall
+headlong from the saddle, but was up again in a moment, waving the
+handkerchief gayly in farewell--for he kept straight on toward the weak
+place in the wall.  A couple of musket-balls hummed by his ears: it was
+neck or nothing now!  A tremendous leap!  Then a ringing cry told the
+astonished soldiers that he had reached the road in safety.  Through
+wood and thicket and field he dashed as if the fiend were after him, and
+never once did he cease to urge his steed till he reached the turnpike,
+and saw ahead the scouting party on its way to arrest his brother.
+
+Turning into a path that led to the rear of the little church they were
+so dangerously near, he plied hands and heels afresh, and in a few
+moments a wedding party was startled by the apparition of a black horse,
+all in a foam, ridden by a gaunt man, in torn garments, that burst in at
+the open chancel-door.  The bridegroom cowered, for he knew his brother.
+The bride gazed in amazement.  "'Tis the dead come to life!"  cried one.
+De Courcy had little time for words.  He rode forward to the altar,
+swung Helen up behind him, and exclaimed, "Save yourselves!  The British
+are coming!  To horse, every one, and make for the manor!"  There were
+shrieks and fainting--and perhaps a little cursing, even if it was in
+church,--and when the squadron rode up most of the company were in full
+flight.  Ernest was taken, and next morning held his brother's place on
+the prison-list, while, as arrangements had been made for a wedding,
+there was one, and a happy one, but Albert was the bridegroom.
+
+
+
+
+
+                         SPOOKS OF THE HIAWASSEE
+
+The hills about the head of the Hiawassee are filled with "harnts,"
+among them many animal ghosts, that ravage about the country from sheer
+viciousness.  The people of the region, illiterate and superstitious,
+have unquestioning faith in them.  They tell you about the headless bull
+and black dog of the valley of the Chatata, the white stag of the
+Sequahatchie, and the bleeding horse of the Great Smoky Mountains--the
+last three being portents of illness, death, or misfortune to those who
+see them.
+
+Other ghosts are those of men.  Near the upper Hiawassee is a cave where
+a pile of human skulls was found by a man who had put up his cabin near
+the entrance.  For some reason, which he says he never understood, this
+farmer gathered up the old, bleached bones and dumped them into his
+shed.  Quite possibly he did not dare to confess that he wanted them for
+fertilizers or to burn them for his poultry.
+
+Night fell dark and still, with a waning moon rising over the mountains
+--as calm a night as ever one slept through.  Along toward the middle of
+it a sound like the coming of a cyclone brought the farmer out of his
+bed.  He ran to the window to see if the house were to be uprooted, but
+the forest was still, with a strange, oppressive stillness--not a twig
+moving, not a cloud veiling the stars, not an insect chirping.  Filled
+with a vague fear, he tried to waken his wife, but she was like one in a
+state of catalepsy.
+
+Again the sound was heard, and now he saw, without, a shadowy band
+circling about his house like leaves whirled on the wind.  It seemed to
+be made of human shapes, with tossing arms--this circling band--and the
+sound was that of many voices, each faint and hollow, by itself, but
+loud in aggregate.  He who was watching realized then that the wraiths
+of the dead whose skulls he had purloined from their place of sepulture
+were out in lament and protest.  He went on his knees at once and prayed
+with vigor until morning.  As soon as it was light enough to see his way
+he replaced the skulls, and was not troubled by the "haunts" again.  All
+the gold in America, said he, would not tempt him to remove any more
+bones from the cave-tombs of the unknown dead.
+
+
+
+
+                         LAKE OF THE DISMAL SWAMP
+
+Drummond's Pond, or the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, is a dark and lonely
+tarn that lies in the centre of this noted Virginia morass.  It is, in a
+century-old tradition, the Styx of two unhappy ghosts that await the end
+of time to pass its confines and enjoy the sunshine of serener worlds.
+A young woman of a family that had settled near this marsh died of a
+fever caused by its malarial exhalations, and was buried near the swamp.
+The young man to whom she was betrothed felt her loss so keenly that for
+days he neither ate nor slept, and at last broke down in mind and body.
+He recovered a measure of physical health, after a time, but his reason
+was hopelessly lost.
+
+It was his hallucination that the girl was not dead, but had been exiled
+to the lonely reaches of this watery wilderness.  He was heard to
+mutter, "I'll find her, and when Death comes I'll hide her in the hollow
+of a cypress until he passes on."  Evading restraint, he plunged into
+the fen, and for some days he wandered there, eating berries, sleeping
+on tussocks of grass, with water-snakes crawling over him and poisonous
+plants shedding their baneful dew on his flesh.  He came to the lake at
+last.  A will-o'the-wisp played along the surface.  "'Tis she!"  he
+cried.  "I see her, standing in the light."  Hastily fashioning a raft
+of cypress boughs he floated it and pushed toward the centre of the
+pond, but the eagerness of his efforts and the rising of a wind
+dismembered the frail platform, and he fell into the black water to rise
+no more.  But often, in the night, is seen the wraith of a canoe, with a
+fire-fly lamp burning on its prow, restlessly urged to and fro by two
+figures that seem to be vainly searching for an exit from the place, and
+that are believed to be those of the maiden and her lover.
+
+
+
+
+                           THE BARGE OF DEFEAT
+
+Rappannock River, in Virginia, used to be vexed with shadowy craft that
+some of the populace affirmed to be no boats, but spirits in disguise.
+One of these apparitions was held in fear by the Democracy of Essex
+County, as it was believed to be a forerunner of Republican victory.
+The first recorded appearance of the vessel was shortly after the Civil
+War, on the night of a Democratic mass-meeting at Tappahannock.  There
+were music, refreshments, and jollity, and it was in the middle of a
+rousing speech that a man in the crowd cried, "Look, fellows!  What is
+that queer concern going down the river?"
+
+The people moved to the shore, and by the light of their torches a hulk
+was seen drifting with the stream--a hulk of fantastic form unlike
+anything that sails there in the daytime.  As it came opposite the
+throng, the torchlight showed gigantic negroes who danced on deck,
+showing horrible faces to the multitude.  Not a sound came from the
+barge, the halloos of the spectators bringing no response, and some
+boatmen ventured into the stream, only to pull back in a hurry, for the
+craft had become so strangely enveloped in shadow that it seemed to melt
+into air.
+
+Next day the Democracy was defeated at the polls, chiefly by the negro
+vote.  In 1880 it reappeared, and, as before, the Republicans gained the
+day.  Just before the election of 1886, Mr. Croxton, Democratic nominee
+for Congress, was haranguing the people, when the cry of "The Black
+Barge!" arose.  Argument and derision were alike ineffectual with the
+populace.  The meeting broke up in silence and gloom, and Mr. Croxton
+was defeated by a majority of two thousand.
+
+
+
+
+                              NATURAL BRIDGE
+
+Though several natural bridges are known in this country, there is but
+one that is famous the world over, and that is the one which spans Clear
+Creek, Virginia--the remnant of a cave-roof, all the rest of the cavern
+having collapsed.  It is two hundred and fifteen feet above the water,
+and is a solid mass of rock forty feet thick, one hundred feet wide, and
+ninety feet in span.  Thomas Jefferson owned it; George Washington
+scaled its side and carved his name on the rock a foot higher than any
+one else.  Here, too, came the youth who wanted to cut his name above
+Washington's, and who found, to his horror, when half-way up, that he
+must keep on, for he had left no resting-places for his feet at safe and
+reachable distances--who, therefore, climbed on and on, cutting handhold
+and foothold in the limestone until he reached the top, in a fainting
+state, his knife-blade worn to a stump.  Here, too, in another tunnel of
+the cavern, flows Lost River, that all must return to, at some time, if
+they drink of it.  Here, beneath the arch, is the dark stain, so like a
+flying eagle that the French officer who saw it during the Revolution
+augured from it a success for the united arms of the nations that used
+the eagle as their symbol.
+
+The Mohegans knew this wonder of natural masonry, for to this point they
+were pursued by a hostile tribe, and on reaching the gulf found
+themselves on the edge of a precipice that was too steep at that point
+to descend.  Behind them was the foe; before them, the chasm.  At the
+suggestion of one of their medicine-men they joined in a prayer to the
+Great Spirit for deliverance, and when again they looked about them,
+there stood the bridge.  Their women were hurried over; then, like so
+many Horatii, they formed across this dizzy highway and gave battle.
+Encouraged by the knowledge that they had a safe retreat in case of
+being overmastered, they fought with such heart that the enemy was
+defeated, and the grateful Mohegans named the place the Bridge of God.
+
+
+
+
+                            THE SILENCE BROKEN
+
+It was in 1734 that Joist Hite moved from Pennsylvania to Virginia, with
+his wife and boys, and helped to make a settlement on the Shenandoah
+twelve miles south of Woodstock.  When picking berries at a distance
+from the village, one morning, the boys were surprised by Indians, who
+hurried with them into the wilderness before their friends could be
+apprised.  Aaron, the elder, was strong, and big of frame, with coarse,
+black hair, and face tanned brown; but his brother was small and fair,
+with blue eyes and yellow locks, and it was doubtless because he was a
+type of the hated white race that the Indians spent their blows and
+kicks on him and spared the sturdy one.  Aaron was wild with rage at the
+injuries put upon his gentle brother, but he was bound and helpless, and
+all that he could do was to encourage him to bear a stout heart and not
+to fall behind.
+
+But Peter was too delicate to keep up, and there came a day when he
+could go no farther.  The red men consulted for a few moments, then all
+of them stood apart but one, who fitted an arrow to his bow.  The
+child's eyes grew big with fear, and Aaron tore at his bonds, but
+uselessly, and shouted that he would take the victim's place, but no
+one understood his speech, and in another moment Peter lay dead on the
+earth, with an arrow in his heart.  Aaron gave one cry of hate and
+despair, and he, too, sank unconscious.  On coming to himself he found
+that he was in a hut of boughs, attended by an old Indian, who told him
+in rude English that he was recovering from an illness of several weeks'
+duration, and that it was the purpose of his tribe to adopt him.  When
+the lad tried to protest he found to his amazement that he could not
+utter a sound, and he learned from the Indian that the fever had taken
+away his tongue.  In the dulness and weakness of his state he submitted
+to be clothed in Indian dress, smeared with a juice that browned his
+skin, and greeted by his brother's slayers as one of themselves.  When
+he looked into a pool he found that he had, to all intents, become an
+Indian.  In time he became partly reconciled to this change, for he did
+not know and could not ask where the white settlements lay; his
+appearance and his inability to speak would prevent his recognition by
+his friends, the red men were not unkind to him, and every boy likes a
+free and out-door life.  They taught him to shoot with bow and arrow,
+but they kept him back if a white settlement was to be plundered.
+
+Three years had elapsed, and Aaron, grown tall and strong, was a good
+hunter who stood in favor with the tribe.  They had roamed back to the
+neighborhood of Woodstock, when, at a council, Aaron overheard a plot to
+fall on the village where his parents lived.  He begged, by signs, to be
+allowed to go with them, and, believing that he could now be trusted,
+they offered no objection.  Stoic as he had grown to be, he could not
+repress a tear as he saw his old home and thought of the peril that it
+stood in.  If only he could give an alarm!  The Indians retired into the
+forest to cook their food where the smoke could not be seen, while Aaron
+lingered at the edge of the wood and prayed for opportunity.  He was not
+disappointed.  Two girls came up through the perfumed dusk, driving cows
+from the pasture, and as they drew near, Aaron, pretending not to see
+them, crawled out of the bush with his weapons, and made a show of
+stealthily examining the town.  The girls came almost upon him and
+screamed, while he dashed into the wood in affected surprise and
+regained the camp.  The Indians had heard and seen nothing.  The girls
+would surely give the alarm in town.
+
+One by one the lights of the village went out, and when it seemed locked
+in sleep the red marauders crept toward the nearest house--that of Joist
+Hite.  They arose together and rushed upon it, but at that moment a gun
+was fired, an Indian fell, and in a few seconds more the settlers, whom
+the girls had not failed to put on their guard, were hurrying from their
+hiding-places, firing into the astonished crowd of savages, who dashed
+for the woods again, leaving a dozen of their number on the ground.
+Aaron remained quietly standing near his father's house, and he was
+captured, as he hoped to be.  When he saw how his parents had aged with
+time and grief he could not repress a tear, but to his grief was added
+terror when his father, after looking him steadily in the eye without
+recognition, began to load a pistol.  "They killed my boys," said he,
+"and I am going to kill him.  Bind him to that tree."
+
+In vain the mother pleaded for mercy; in vain the dumb boy's eyes
+appealed to his father's.  He was not afraid to die, and would do so
+gladly to have saved the settlement; but to die by his father's band!
+He could not endure it.  He was bound to a tree, with the light of a
+fire shining into his face.
+
+The old man, with hard determination, raised the weapon and aimed it
+slowly at the boy's heart.  A surge of feeling shook the frame of the
+captive--he threw his whole life into the effort--then the silence of
+three years was broken, and he cried, "Father!"  A moment later his
+parents were sobbing joyfully, and he could speak to them once more.
+
+
+
+
+                        SIREN OF THE FRENCH BROAD
+
+Among the rocks east of Asheville, North Carolina, lives the Lorelei of
+the French Broad River.  This stream--the Tselica of the Indians--
+contains in its upper reaches many pools where the rapid water whirls
+and deepens, and where the traveller likes to pause in the heats of
+afternoon and drink and bathe.  Here, from the time when the Cherokees
+occupied the country, has lived the siren, and if one who is weary and
+downcast sits beside the stream or utters a wish to rest in it, he
+becomes conscious of a soft and exquisite music blending with the plash
+of the wave.
+
+Looking down in surprise he sees--at first faintly, then with
+distinctness--the form of a beautiful woman, with hair streaming like
+moss and dark eyes looking into his, luring him with a power he cannot
+resist.  His breath grows short, his gaze is fixed, mechanically he
+rises, steps to the brink, and lurches forward into the river.  The arms
+that catch him are slimy and cold as serpents; the face that stares into
+his is a grinning skull.  A loud, chattering laugh rings through the
+wilderness, and all is still again.
+
+
+
+
+                         THE HUNTER OF CALAWASSEE
+
+Through brisk November days young Kedar and his trusty slave, Lauto,
+hunted along the Calawassee, with hope to get a shot at a buck--a buck
+that wore a single horn and that eluded them with easy, baffling gait
+whenever they met it in the fens.  Kedar was piqued at this.  He drained
+a deep draught and buttoned his coat with an air of resolution.  "Now,
+by my soul," quoth he, "I'll have that buck to-day or die myself!"  Then
+he laughed at the old slave, who begged him to unsay the oath, for there
+was something unusual about that animal--as it ran it left no tracks,
+and it passed through the densest wood without halting at trees or
+undergrowth.  "Bah!" retorted the huntsman.  "Have up the dogs.  If that
+buck is the fiend himself, I'll have him before the day is out!"  The
+twain were quickly in their saddles, and they had not been long in the
+wood before the one-horned buck was seen ahead, trotting with easy pace,
+yet with marvellous swiftness.
+
+Kedar, who was in advance, whipped up his horse and followed the deer
+into a cypress grove near the Chechesee.  As the game halted at a pool
+he fired.  The report sounded dead in the dense wood, and the deer
+turned calmly, watched his pursuer until he was close at hand, then
+trotted away again.  All day long he held the chase.  The dogs were
+nowhere within sound, and he galloped through the forest, shouting and
+swearing like a very devil, beating and spurring the horse until the
+poor creature's head and flanks were reddened with blood.  It was just
+at sunset that Kedar found himself again on the bank of the Calawassee,
+near the point he had left in the morning, and heard once more the
+baying of his hounds.  At last his prey seemed exhausted, and, swimming
+the river, it ran into a thicket on the opposite side and stood still.
+"Now I have him!" cried the hunter.  "Hillio, Lauto!  He's mine!"  The
+old negro heard the call and hastened forward.  He heard his master's
+horse floundering in the swamp that edged the river--then came a plash,
+a curse, and as the slave arrived at the margin a few bubbles floated on
+the sluggish current.  The deer stood in the thicket, staring with eyes
+that blazed through the falling darkness, and, with a wail of fear and
+sorrow, old Lauto fled the spot.
+
+
+
+
+                          REVENGE OF THE ACCABEE
+
+The settlement made by Lord Cardross, near Beaufort, South Carolina, was
+beset by Spaniards and Indians, who laid it in ashes and slew every
+person in it but one.  She, a child of thirteen, had supposed the young
+chief of the Accabees to be her father, as he passed in the smoke, and
+had thrown herself into his arms.  The savage raised his axe to strike,
+but, catching her blue eye raised to his, more in grief and wonder than
+alarm, the menacing hand fell to his side, and, tossing the girl lightly
+to a seat on his shoulder, he strode off into the forest.  Mile after
+mile he bore her, and if she slept he held her to his breast as a father
+holds a babe.  When she awoke it was in his lodge on the Ashley, and he
+was smiling in her face.  The chief became her protector; but those who
+marked, with the flight of time, how his fierceness had softened, knew
+that she was more to him than a daughter.  Years passed, the girl had
+grown to womanhood, and her captor declared himself her lover.  She
+seemed not ill pleased at this, for she consented to be his wife.  After
+the betrothal the chief joined a hunting party and was absent for a
+time.  On his return the girl was gone.  A trader who had been bartering
+merchandise for furs had seen her, had been inspired by passion, and,
+favored by suave manners and a white skin, he had won in a day a
+stronger affection than the Indian could claim after years of loving
+watchfulness.
+
+When this discovery was made the chief, without a word, set off on the
+trail, and by broken twig, by bended grass and footprints at the brook-
+edge, he followed their course until he found them resting beneath a
+tree.  The girl sprang from her new lover's arms with a cry of fear as
+the savage, with knife and tomahawk girt upon him, stepped into view,
+and she would have clasped his knees, but he motioned her away; then,
+ordering them to continue their march, he went behind them until they
+had reached a fertile spot on the Ashley, near the present site of
+Charleston, where he halted.  "Though guilty, you shall not die," said
+he to the woman; then, to his rival, "You shall marry her, and a white
+priest shall join your hands.  Here is your future home.  I give you
+many acres of my land, but look that you care for her.  As I have been
+merciful to you, do good to her.  If you treat her ill, I shall not be
+far away."
+
+The twain were married and went to live on the acres that had been so
+generously ceded to them, and for a time all went well; but the true
+disposition of the husband, which was sullen and selfish, soon began to
+disclose itself; disagreements arose, then quarrels; at last the man
+struck his wife, and, seizing the deed of the Accabee land and a paper
+that he had forced her to sign without knowing its contents, he started
+for the settlements, intending to sell the property and sail for
+England.  On the edge of the village his flight was stayed by a tall
+form that arose in his path-that of the Indian.  "I gave you all," said
+the chief, "the woman who should have been my wife, and then my land.
+This is your thanks.  You shall go no farther."
+
+With a quick stroke of the axe he cleft the skull of the shrinking
+wretch, and then, cutting off his scalp, the Indian ran to the cottage
+where sat the abandoned wife, weeping before the embers of her fire.
+He roused her by tossing on fresh fuel, but she shrank back in grief and
+shame when she saw who had come to her.  Do not fear," he said.  "The
+man who struck you meant to sell your home to strangers"--and he laid
+the deed of sale before her, but he will never play you false or lay
+hands on you again.  Look!"  He tossed the dripping scalp upon the
+paper.  "Now I leave you forever.  I cannot take you back among my
+people, who do not know deceit like yours, nor could I ever love you as
+I did at first."  Turning, without other farewell he went out at the
+door.  When this gift of Accabee land was sold--for the woman could no
+longer bear to live on it, but went to a northern city--a handsome house
+was built by the new owner, who added game preserves and pleasure
+grounds to the estate, but it was "haunted by a grief."  Illness and ill
+luck followed the purchase, and the house fell into ruin.
+
+
+
+
+                               TOCCOA FALLS
+
+Early in the days of the white occupation of Georgia a cabin stood not
+far from the Falls of Toccoa (the Beautiful).  Its only occupant was a
+feeble woman, who found it ill work to get food enough from the wild
+fruits and scanty clearing near the house, and she had nigh forgotten
+the taste of meat; for her two sons, who were her pride no less than her
+support, had been killed by savages.  She often said that she would
+gladly die if she could harm the red men back, in return for her
+suffering--which was not Christian doctrine, but was natural.  She was
+brooding at her fire, one winter evening, in wonder as to how one so
+weak and old as she could be revenged, when her door was flung open and
+a number of red men filled her cabin.  She hardly changed countenance.
+She did not rise.  "You may take my life," she said, "for it is useless,
+now that you have robbed it of all that made it worth living."
+
+"Hush!" said the chief.  "What does the warrior want with the scalps of
+women?  We war on your men because they kill our game and steal our
+land."
+
+"Is it possible that you come to our homes except to kill?"
+
+"We are strangers and have lost our way.  You must guide us to the foot
+of Toccoa and lead us to our friends."
+
+"I lead you?  Never!"
+
+The chief raised his axe, but the woman did not flinch.  There was a
+pause, in which the iron still hung menacing.  Suddenly the dame looked
+up and said, "If you promise to protect me, I will lead you."
+
+The promise was given and the band set forth, the aged guide in advance,
+bending against the storm and clasping her poor rags about her.  In the
+darkest part of the wood, where the roaring of wind and groaning of
+branches seemed the louder for the booming of waters, she cautioned the
+band to keep in single file, but to make haste, for the way was far and
+the gloom was thickening.  Bending their heads against the wind they
+pressed forward, she in advance.  Suddenly, yet stealthily, she sprang
+aside and crouched beneath a tree that grew at the very brink of the
+fall.  The Indians came on, following blindly, and in an instant she
+descried the leader as he went whirling over the edge, and one after
+another the party followed.  When the last had gone to his death she
+arose to her feet with a laugh of triumph.  "Now I, too, can die!"  she
+cried.  So saying, she fell forward into the grayness of space.
+
+
+
+                            TWO LIVES FOR ONE
+
+The place of Macon, Georgia, in the early part of this century was
+marked only by an inn.  One of its guests was a man who had stopped
+there on the way to Alabama, where he had bought land.  The girl who
+was, to be his wife was to follow in a few days.  In the morning when he
+paid his reckoning he produced a well-filled pocket-book, and he did not
+see the significant look that passed between two rough black-bearded
+fellows who had also spent the night there, and who, when he set forth,
+mounted their horses and offered to keep him company.  As they rode
+through the deserted village of Chilicte one of the twain engaged the
+traveller in talk while the other, falling a little behind, dealt him a
+blow with a loaded whip that unseated him.  Divining their purpose, and
+lacking weapons for his own defence, he begged for mercy, and asked to
+be allowed to return to his bride to be, but the robbers had already
+made themselves liable to penalty, and two knife-thrusts in the breast
+silenced his appeals.  The money was secured, the body was dropped into
+a hollow where the wolves would be likely to find and mangle it, and the
+outlaws went on their way.
+
+Men of their class do not keep money long, and when the proceeds of the
+robbery had been wasted at cards and in drink they separated.  As in
+fulfilment of the axiom that a murderer is sure to revisit the scene of
+his crime, one of the men found himself at the Ocmulgee, a long time
+afterward, in sight of the new town--Macon.  In response to his halloo a
+skiff shot forth from the opposite shore, and as it approached the bank
+he felt a stir in his hair and a touch of ice at his heart, for the
+ferryman was his victim of years ago.  Neither spoke a word, but the
+criminal felt himself forced to enter the boat when the dead man waved
+his hand, and he was rowed across, his horse swimming beside the skiff.
+As the jar of the keel was felt on the gravel he leaped out, urged his
+horse to the road, sprang to the saddle, and rushed away in an agony of
+fear, that was heightened when a hollow voice called, "Stay!"
+
+After a little he slackened pace, and a farmer, who was standing at the
+roadside, asked, in astonishment, "How did you get across?  There is a
+freshet, and the ferryman was drowned last night."  With a new thrill he
+spurred his horse forward, and made no other halt until he reached the
+tavern, where he fell in a faint on the steps, for the strain was no
+longer to be endured.  A crowd gathered, but he did not see it when he
+awoke--he saw only one pair of eyes, that seemed to be looking into his
+inmost soul--the eyes of the man he had slain.  With a yell of terror
+and of insane fury he rushed upon the ghost and thrust a knife into its
+breast.  The frenzy passed.  It was no ghost that lay on the earth
+before him, staring up with sightless eyes.  It was his fellow-murderer
+--his own brother.  That night the assassin's body hung from a tree at
+the cross-roads.
+
+
+
+
+                            A GHOSTLY AVENGER
+
+In Cuthbert, Georgia, is a gravestone thus inscribed: "Sacred to the
+memory of Jim Brown."  No date, no epitaph--for Jim Brown was hanged.
+And this is the story: At the close of the Civil War a company of
+Federal soldiers was stationed in Cuthbert, to enforce order pending the
+return of its people to peaceful occupations.  Charles Murphy was a
+lieutenant in this company.  His brother, an officer quartered in a
+neighboring town, was sent to Cuthbert one day to receive funds for the
+payment of some men, and left camp toward evening to return to his
+troop.  That night Charles Murphy was awakened by a violent flapping of
+his tent.  It sounded as though a gale was coming, but when he arose to
+make sure that the pegs and poles of his canvas house were secure, the
+noise ceased, and he was surprised to find that the air was clear and
+still.  On returning to bed the flapping began again, and this time he
+dressed himself and went out to make a more careful examination.  In the
+shadow of a tree a man stood beckoning.  It was his brother, who, in a
+low, grave voice, told him that he was in trouble, and asked him to
+follow where he should lead him.  The lieutenant walked swiftly through
+fields and woods for some miles with his relative--he had at once
+applied for and received a leave of absence for a few hours--and they
+descended together a slope to the edge of a swamp, where he stumbled
+against something.  Looking down at the object on which he had tripped,
+he saw that it was his brother's corpse--not newly dead, but cold and
+rigid--the pockets rifled, the clothing soaked with mire and blood.
+
+Dazed and terrified, he returned to camp, roused some of his men, and at
+daybreak secured the body.  An effort to gain a clue to the murderer was
+at once set on foot.  It was not long before evidence was secured that
+led to the arrest of Jim Brown, and there was a hint that his
+responsibility for the crime was revealed through the same supernatural
+agency that had apprised Lieutenant Murphy of his bereavement.  Brown
+was an ignorant farm laborer, who had conceived that it was right to
+kill Yankees, and whose cupidity had been excited by learning that the
+officer had money concealed about him.  He had offered, for a trifling
+sum, to take his victim by a short cut to his camp, but led him to the
+swamp instead, where he had shot him through the heart.  On the
+culprit's arrival in Cuthbert he was lynched by the soldiers, but was
+cut down by their commander before life was extinct, and was formally
+and conclusively hanged in the next week, after trial and conviction.
+
+
+
+
+                       THE WRAITH RINGER OF ATLANTA
+
+A man was killed in Elliott Street, Atlanta, Georgia, by a cowardly
+stroke from a stiletto.  The assassin escaped.  Strange what a humming
+there was in the belfry of St. Michael's Church that night!  Had the
+murderer taken refuge there?  Was it a knell for his lost soul, chasing
+him through the empty streets and beginning already an eternal
+punishment of terror?  Perhaps the guilty one did not dare to leave
+Atlanta, for the chimes sang in minor chords on several nights after.
+The old policeman who kept ward in an antiquated guardhouse that stood
+opposite the church--it was afterward shaken down by earthquake--said
+that he saw a human form, which he would avouch to be that of the
+murdered man, though it was wrapped in a cloak, stalk to the doors,
+enter without opening them, glide up the winding stair, albeit he bent
+neither arm nor knee, pass the ropes by which the chimes were rung, and
+mount to the belfry.  He could see the shrouded figure standing beneath
+the gloomy mouths of metal.  It extended its bony hands to the tongues
+of the bells and swung them from side to side, but while they appeared
+to strike vigorously they seemed as if muffled, and sent out only a low,
+musical roar, as if they were rung by the wind.  Was the murderer abroad
+on those nights?  Did he, too, see that black shadow of his victim in
+the belfry sounding an alarm to the sleeping town and appealing to be
+avenged?  It may be.  At all events, the apparition boded ill to others,
+for, whenever the chimes were rung by spectral hands, mourners gathered
+at some bedside within hearing of them and lamented that the friend they
+had loved would never know them more on earth.
+
+
+
+
+                        THE SWALLOWING EARTHQUAKE
+
+The Indian village that in 1765 stood just below the site of Oxford,
+Alabama, was upset when the news was given out that two of the squaws
+had given simultaneous birth to a number of children that were spotted
+like leopards.  Such an incident betokened the existence of some baneful
+spirit among them that had no doubt leagued itself with the women, who
+were at once tried on the charge of witchcraft, convicted, and sentenced
+to death at the stake, while a watch was to be set on the infants, so
+early orphaned, lest they, too, should show signs of malevolent
+possession.  The whole tribe, seventeen hundred in number, assembled to
+see the execution, but hardly were the fires alight when a sound like
+thunder rolled beneath their feet, and with a hideous crack and groan
+the earth opened and nearly every soul was engulfed in a fathomless and
+smoking pit-all, indeed, save two, for a couple of young braves who were
+on the edge of the crowd flung themselves flat on the heaving ground and
+remained there until the earthquake wave had passed.  The hollow
+afterward filled with water and was called Blue Pond.  It is popularly
+supposed to be fathomless, but it was shown that a forest once spread
+across the bottom, when, but a few years ago, a great tree arose from
+the water, lifting first its branches, then turning so as to show its
+roots above the surface, and afterward disappeared.
+
+
+
+
+                         LAST STAND OF THE BILOXI
+
+The southern part of this country was once occupied by a people called
+the Biloxi, who had kept pace with the Aztecs in civilization and who
+cultivated especially the art of music.  In lives of gentleness and
+peace they so soon forgot the use of arms that when the Choctaws
+descended on their fields they were powerless to prevent the onset.
+Town after town they evacuated before the savages, and at last the
+Biloxi, reduced to a few thousands, were driven to the mouth of the
+Pascagoula River, Mississippi, where they intrenched themselves, and for
+a few months withstood the invaders.  But the time came when their
+supplies were exhausted, and every form was pinched with hunger.  Flight
+was impossible.  Surrender commonly meant slaughter and outrage.  They
+resolved to die together.
+
+On a fair spring morning the river-ward gates of their fort were opened
+and the survivors of that hapless tribe marched forth, their chief in
+advance, with resolution on his wasted face, then the soldiers and
+counsellors, the young men, the women and children, and the babes asleep
+on the empty breasts of their mothers.  As they emerged from the walls
+with slow but steady step they broke into song, and their assailants,
+who had retired to their tents for their meal, listened with surprise to
+the chorus of defiance and rejoicing set up by the starving people.
+Without pause or swerving they entered the bay and kept their march.
+Now the waters closed over the chief, then the soldiers--at last only a
+few voices of women were heard in the chant, and in a few moments all
+was still.  Not one shrank from the sacrifice.  And for years after the
+echo of that death-song floated over he waves.
+
+Another version of the legend sets forth that the Biloxi believed
+themselves the children of the sea, and that they worshipped the image
+of a lovely mermaid with wondrous music.  After the Spaniards had come
+among this gay and gentle people, they compelled them, by tyranny and
+murder, to accept the religion of the white man, but of course it was
+only lip-service that they rendered at the altar.  The Biloxi were
+awakened one night by the sound of wings and the rising of the river.
+Going forth they saw the waters of Pascagoula heaped in a quivering
+mound, and bright on its moonlit crest stood a mermaid that sang to
+them, "Come to me, children of the sea.  Neither bell, book, nor cross
+shall win you from your queen."  Entranced by her song and the potency
+of her glances, they moved forward until they encircled the hill of
+waters.  Then, with hiss and roar, the river fell back to its level,
+submerging the whole tribe.  The music that haunts the bay, rising
+through the water when the moon is out, is the sound of their revels in
+the caves below--dusky Tannhausers of a southern Venusberg.  An old
+priest, who was among them at the time of this prodigy, feared that the
+want of result to his teachings was due to his not being in a perfect
+state of grace.  On his death-bed he declared that if a priest would row
+to the spot where the music sounded, at midnight on Christmas, and drop
+a crucifix into the water, he would instantly be swallowed by the waves,
+but that every soul at the bottom would be redeemed.  The souls have
+never been ransomed.
+
+
+
+                        THE SACRED FIRE OF NACHEZ
+
+The Indians of the South, being in contact with the civilized races of
+Central America, were among the most progressive and honorable of the
+red men.  They were ruled by intelligence rather than force, and
+something of the respect that Europeans feel for their kingly families
+made them submit to woman's rule.  The valley of Nacooche, Georgia,
+indeed, perpetuates in its name one of these princesses of a royal
+house, for though she ruled a large tribe with wisdom she was not
+impervious to the passions of common mortals.  The "Evening Star" died by
+her own hand, being disappointed in love affair.  Her story is that of
+Juliet, and she and her lover--united in death, as they could not be in
+life--are buried beneath a mound in the centre of he valley.
+
+The Indians of that region had towns built for permanency, and possessed
+some knowledge of the arts, while in religion their belief and rites
+were curiously like those of the Persian fire-worshippers.  It was on
+the site of the present city in Mississippi which bears their name that
+the Natchez Indians built their Temple of the Sun.  When it was finished
+a meteor fell from heaven and kindled the fire on their altar, and from
+that hour the priests guarded he flame continually, until one night when
+it was extinguished by mischance.  This event was believed to be an
+omen, and the people so took it to heart that when the white men came,
+directly after, they had little courage to prosecute a war, and fell
+back before the conqueror, never to hold their ancient home again.
+
+
+
+
+                              PASS CHRISTIAN
+
+Senhor Vineiro, a Portuguese, having wedded Julia Regalea, a Spaniard,
+in South America, found it needful to his fortunes to leave Montevideo,
+for a revolution was breeding, and no less needful to his happiness to
+take his wife with him from that city, for he was old and she was young.
+But he chose the wrong ship to sail on, for Captain Dane, of the
+Nightingale, was also young, presentable, and well schooled, but
+heartless.  On the voyage to New Orleans he not only won the affection
+of the wife, but slew the husband and flung his body overboard.  Vainly
+the wife tried to repress the risings of remorse, and vainly, too, she
+urged Dane to seek absolution from her church.  She had never loved her
+husband, and she had loved Dane from the first, but she was not at heart
+a bad woman and her peace was gone.  The captain was disturbed and
+suspicious.  His sailors glanced at him out of the corners of their eyes
+in a way that he did not like.  Had the woman in some unintentional
+remark betrayed him?  Could he conceal his crime, save with a larger
+one?
+
+Pass Christian was a village then.  On a winter night its people saw a
+glare in the sky, and hurrying to their doors found a ship burning in
+the gulf.  Smacks and row-boats put off to the rescue, but hardly were
+they under way ere the ship disappeared as suddenly as if the sea had
+swallowed it.  As the night was thick the boats returned, but next
+morning five men were encountered on the shore-all that were left of the
+crew of the Nightingale.  Captain Dane was so hospitably received by the
+people of the district, and seemed to take so great a liking for the
+place, that he resolved to live there.  He bought a plantation with a
+roomy old house upon it and took his fellow-survivors there to live, as
+he hoped, an easy life.  That was not to be.  Yellow fever struck down
+all the men but Dane, and one of them, in dying, raved to his negro
+nurse that Dane had taken all the treasure from the ship and put it into
+a boat, after serving grog enough to intoxicate all save the trusted
+ones of the crew; that he and his four associates fired the ship and
+rowed away, leaving an unhappy woman to a horrible fate.  Senhora
+Vineiro was pale but composed when she saw the manner of death she was
+to die.  She brought from her cabin a harp which had been a solace of
+her husband and herself and began to play and sing an air that some of
+the listeners remembered.  It was an "Ave Maria," and the sound of it
+was so plaintive that even Dane stopped rowing; but he set his teeth
+when his shoe touched the box of gold at his feet and ordered the men to
+row on.  There was an explosion and the vessel disappeared.  On reaching
+shore the treasure was buried at the foot of a large oak.
+
+This story was repeated by the nurse, but she was ignorant, she had no
+proofs, so it was not generally believed; yet there was a perceptible
+difference in the treatment of Dane by his neighbors, and among the
+superstitious negroes it was declared that he had sold himself to the
+devil.  If he had, was it an air from hell that sounded in his ears when
+he was alone?--the "Ave Maria" of a sinning but repentant woman.  The
+coldness and suspicion were more than he could stand.  Besides, who
+could tell?  Evidence might be found against him.  He would dig up his
+treasure and fly the country.  It was a year from the night when he had
+fired his ship.  Going out after dark, that none might see him, he stole
+to the tree and began to dig.  Presently a red light grew through the
+air, and looking up he saw a flaming vessel advancing over the sea.  It
+stopped, and he could see men clambering into a boat at its side.  They
+rowed toward him with such miraculous speed that the ocean seemed to
+steam with a blue light as they advanced.  He stood like a stone, for
+now he could see the faces of the rowers, and every one was the face of
+a corpse--a corpse that had been left on board of that vessel and had
+been in the bottom of the sea for the last twelvemonth.  They sprang on
+shore and rushed upon him.  Next morning Dane's body was found beneath
+the oak with his hands filled with gems and gold.
+
+
+
+
+                              THE UNDER LAND
+
+When the Chatas looked into the still depths of Bayou Lacombe,
+Louisiana, they said that the reflection of the sky was the empyrean of
+the Under Land, whither all good souls were sure to go after death.
+Their chief, Opaleeta, having fallen into this bayou, was so long
+beneath the water that he was dead when his fellows found him, but
+by working over him for hours, and through resort to prayers and
+incantations of medicine men, his life returned and he stood on his feet
+once more.  Then he grieved that his friends had brought him back, for
+he had been at the gates of the Under Land, where the air is blithe and
+balmy, and so nourishing that people live on it; where it is never
+winter; where the sun shines brightly, but never withers and parches;
+and where stars dance to the swing of the breezes.  There no white man
+comes to rob the Indian and teach him to do wrong.  Gorgeous birds fly
+through changing skies that borrow the tints of flowers, the fields are
+spangled with blossoms of red and blue and gold that load each wind with
+perfume, the grass is as fine as the hair of deer, and the streams are
+thick with honey.
+
+At sunset those who loved each other in life are gathered to their
+lodges, and raise songs of joy and thankfulness.  Their voices are soft
+and musical, their faces are young again and beam with smiles, and there
+is no death.  It was only the chiefs who heard his story, for, had all
+the tribe known it, many who were old and ill and weary would have gone
+to the bayou, and leaped in, to find that restful, happy Under Land.
+Those who had gone before they sometimes tried to see, when the lake was
+still and dappled with pictures of sunset clouds, but the dead never
+came back--they kept away from the margin of the water lest they should
+be called again to a life of toil and sorrow.  And Opaleeta lived for
+many years and ruled his tribe with wisdom, yet he shared in few of the
+merry-makings of his people, and when, at last, his lodge was ready in
+the Under Land, he gave up his life without a sigh.
+
+
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