Faulkner: I heard a story ‘bout two guys goin’ to steal some sheep. One of ‘em was goin’ to wait in the cemetery while the other went down there on the side of the mountain and got in his neighbor’s pasture to get the sheep. He went down and caught the sheep, throwed him on his shoulder and was comin’ back up.
There’d been some guys cuttin’ timber over there and one of them rolled a log over his leg and broke it. And broke his leg and he had him on his shoulder, and they had to go right by the cemetery, and he carried him to where he could get ‘em into a wagon and carry him to the doctor. And this guy who was his buddy as goin’ to steal the sheep was going to help him carry it, was over behind the tombstone. And this guy come along with that guy on his shoulders who’d broke his leg. He stuck his head around and he thought it was his buddy who’d gone to steal the sheep. And he said “Is he fat?” And the guy says “Fat or lean, you can have him!” And he throwed him down and took off. And that guy with the broken leg? Got up and outrun him!
Bailey: I’ll tell one. You told one; now I’ll tell one.
Please welcome guest book reviewer Roberta Schultz. Schultz is a singer with the trio, Raison D’Etre, and a Teaching Artist and Performing Artist on the Kentucky Arts Council’s rosters. Her review of the recently published ‘Kentucky Hauntings’ was originally aired on Cincinnati NPR affiliate WVXU in October. While the interest in ghost stories seems […]
One evening Dr. Houston came in drunk. He sat with pistol cocked, waiting for the ghost. As the three knocks sounded on the door he bounded forward to meet it, and followed it up the stairs shooting and cursing volubly. The footsteps were not disturbed by the Doctor’s violence. They made their rounds with regular tread. As three farewell knocks sounded, Dr. Houston emptied his pistol into the outside darkness several times and closed the door.
Quite a great deal puzzled, the boys began a complete explanation of the happenings of the night before. It made them uneasy to watch the old woman grow pale and nervous. When they had finished, she caught her breath. When she spoke her voice was tight and strained.
They decided one night to test out his belief in ghosts. One of them took a white sheet to the barn, hid at a corner and put the sheet over his head in the manner of the most approved ghost.
As Urbin sang the saddest climax of the tragic ballad, the youth stepped out of hiding into his view.
Urbin got one glance, sprang up and ran headlong for the house, reaching the outlying cookhouse as the nearest haven of refuge.
There sat Grandma, beside the warm kitchen stove, calmly smoking her clay pipe.