Civil War Ghost
Stories & Legends
by Nancy RobertsFinally Currie spoke.
"Have you noticed the scent in the air has
grown fainter?"
"Yes.
A good deal. It's almost gone. Is it possible
that the ground still holds the foul odor of the
men in that camp, and that with rain or other
conditions it may return?" asked Bill.
"Well,
it's certainly from natural conditions,"
said Currie still clinging steadfastly to his
skepticism. "Could be a paper mill."
"Oh,
sure. Lots of industry around here," Bill
said sarcastically. "I don't think so,
Currie. I understand there's a place in Poland
where a Nazi death camp buried so many bodies
that the odor has sometimes been unbearable. No
one has even been able to farm the land."
"Well,
that may have some scientific basis," Currie
replied. He tried to dismiss the voices from his
mind. An odor was the sort of thing a man could
deal with rationally.
"You
know, it's the anniversary of the date the
Raiders were hanged - July 11th," Bill said.
But when he thought about it, if spirits really
did return to Andersonville, a place that had
seen so much horror, wouldn't one day be as
likely as another? He wondered, too, whether
other visitors had experienced any strange
phenomena here.
The next
morning the park personnel seemed puzzled. They
had no explanation nor did they know of any such
reports in the month of July in previous years.
On the other hand, tourists did not usually lodge
that close to the stockade itself.
Currie
mused. "Odd. Captain Wirz himself would be
hanging from the end of a rope only a year later
at the Old Capitol prison in Washington, D.C.,
convicted of brutality here. I guess such a
possibility never occurred to him as he watched
the Raiders getting theirs."
"Some
of the kids think the ghost of Wirz still walks
the road out there. Comes back because he feels
guilty, I guess," the young park ranger
commented jocularly to Currie. "But I'd say
that's just imagination, wouldn't you?"
"I
certainly don't believe in ghosts," Currie
barked at him gruffly.
Bill
shot Currie an ironic look. The ranger's face
reddened. "Of course not. I understand that,
sir," he said apologetically.
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