Re: Civil War Ghost Stories
- I won't be able to sleep tonight after reading that one.
--- In 20th_Massachusetts_Infantry_Regiment@yahoogroups.com, "vermouth_man" <vermouth_man@...> wrote:
> October 30, 2010 A Civil War ghost story: Scared Shirtless
> Reprinted with permission of Thomas Publications of Gettysburg, Pa.,
> from the book "Rebel Humor" by Gregory A. Coco Dalton Daily
> Citizen <http://daltondailycitizen.com> The Dalton Daily Citizen
> <http://daltondailycitizen.com> Sat Oct 30, 2010, 11:53 PM EDT
> DALTON In the winter of 1863-1864, the first Louisiana Calvary was
> a mere ghost of its former self. The regiment was, due to hard service,
> in such pitiful shape that in late January is was ordered from its camp
> with the Army of Tennessee near Dalton, Georgia, back to Louisiana.
> There, the regiment would recruit new members and then aid the state
> forces in breaking up the many annoying raids being conducted by Federal
> troops in east Louisiana.
> Traveling home was long and tedious, but the troopers made the trip
> interesting and even fun. One of the enjoyments and benefits of the
> journey were the evenings. After the day's long march, the men would
> seek out private homes to obtain food and shelter as a break from their
> regular camp routines.
> Private Jacques Heeny of Company D was one of the youngest who
> participated in these outings. But an incident on a cold winter night
> broke him of that pleasant pastime.
> One evening, Heeny rode up to a large two-story house and asked if he
> could stay all night. He was invited in, then went out to see that his
> horse was attended to, came back in and was given supper. A little while
> later, the lady of the house said "I suppose you are tired, so
> whenever you feel like going to bed just go up the stairs and you will
> find your room at the head of the steps. You will see a light in
> Going up he found a rather dim light and a man in the bed. He thought
> nothing of this though, for soldiers were often put in the same bed even
> if they had never seen each other. Just as he retired, a young lady and
> gentleman walked in and took seats. Heeny with his elbow nudged his
> bed-fellow, but didn't dare speak it was a novel situation and
> he wanted to see it out. The young fellow (after talking a while) said,
> "Jennie, I don't believe this old war is ever going to end; you
> have been putting me off so long, and why should we postpone our wedding
> any longer?"
> "Wait," she replied, "a little longer, say three or four
> months and if there is no prospect of peace then we will marry."
> A nudge from Heeny meant for his companion to listen.
> She had scarcely finished the sentence, though, when the young fellow
> threw his arms around her and kissed her with the loudest kind of a
> smack saying, "You dear little thing, give me a sweet kiss for
> Vigorous punches from Heeny were repeated and the girl said, "Oh!
> John, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, kissing me that way when we
> are sitting up with a dead body."
> Up rose Heeny with the sheet over him, and down those stairs
> precipitately fled that boy and girl. Heeny, actually pulling on his
> clothes as he ran, was right behind them and to the stable he went and,
> catching his horse, never stopped until he reached camp.
> What became of the boy and girl was afterward asked of him.
> "Oh my God, I don't know and I don't care. You can bet I
> never went back to find out."