13 Alabama Ghosts
and Jeffrey
by Kathryn Tucker Windham & Margaret Gillis
FighAs they were saved from
the river, the passengers were taken to the large
home of Mrs. Rebecca Coleman Pettigrew where the
house itself and all the outbuildings were
converted into makeshift hospitals for the care
of the injured and ill. At one time seventy-five
persons were being cared for by Mrs. Pettigrew,
her family, and her servants.
All of
her teams and wagons were assigned to hauling
wood for the roaring fires which kept the cold
from claiming additional victims. Huge cauldrons
of soup bubbled day and night to provide food for
the survivors. For almost a week Mrs. Pettigrew
gave her full time to the care of her guests,
doing everything possible for their comfort until
their families could come for them.
When the
weather finally cleared and the river began to
recede, the mournful task of recovering the
bodies of the dead was completed. Nobody now
knows exactly how many lives were lost in the
disaster. Some say twenty-nine some say more than
fifty, but they all agree that the burning of the
Eliza Battle was probably the greatest
tragedy in Alabama's river history.
For
years afterwards people who lived close to the
river, who loved her and understood her moods,
said the ghost of the Eliza Battle still
plied the 'Bigbee's waters. On stormy nights,
they said, they saw the great steamer rise up out
of the troubled water. The boat, they said, was
ablaze from bow to stern, so brightly lighted
that the name Eliza Battle could be read
plainly on even the darkest nights.
And
always there was music, dancing tunes, providing
a background for the shrieks of terror and cries
for help that came from the phantom vessel.
Tales
about the ghost vessel became a part of
traditional Tombigbee River lore.
Most
often these apparitions were seen by crewmen of
tugs and barges, and when these rivermen reached
Mobile they usually began looking for jobs
ashore, safer employment away from the
threatening river.
Sometimes,
speaking cautiously, they would describe the
ghost ship to friends along the waterfront. And
their listeners, rivermen like themselves, would
nod with understanding.
They had
seen the Eliza Battle, too.
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