Great stories Tsel and Gal. Thanks for sharing them with us. Now here is another
one of Uncle Tatters' stories.

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Come my children pull up a chair and give a listen. Uncle Tatters has another
tale for you. *waits for Shan's friends to get chairs and move in close.* Shhhhh,
your talking and give a listen. This old ghost doesn't have all night. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Army of the Dead

A laundress, newly moved to Charleston following the Civil War, found herself
awakened at the stroke of twelve each night by the rumble of heavy wheels
passing in the street. But she lived on a dead end street, and had no
explanation for the noise. Her husband would not allow her to look out the
window when she heard the sounds, telling her to leave well enough alone.
Finally, she asked the woman who washed at the tub next to hers. The woman said:
"What you are hearing is the Army of the Dead. They are Confederate soldiers who
died in hospital without knowing that the war was over. Each night, they rise
from their graves and go to reinforce Lee in Virginia to strengthen the weakened
Southern forces."

The next night, the laundress slipped out of bed to watch the Army of the Dead
pass. She stood spell-bound by the window as a gray fog rolled passed. Within
the fog, she could see the shapes of horses, and could hear gruff human voices
and the rumble of canons being dragged through the street, followed by the sound
of marching feet. Foot soldiers, horsemen, ambulances, wagons and canons passed
before her eyes, all shrouded in gray. After what seemed like hours, she heard a
far off bugle blast, and then silence.

When the laundress came out of her daze, she found one of her arms was
paralyzed. She has never done a full days washing since. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/alien.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

Last edited by Shantara; 09/03/05 05:50 AM.