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We were up-river with a tour grouping looking at all the natural beauties here on the Rogue River when I spied a immature sasquatch hiding in the shadow of a tree most a gravel bank. I swung the tour-boat effectually so we could get a better look, and all the tourists exclaimed and took pictures. It's not too unusual to see a sasquatch in the leap. That's the time they drift through here to their summer stomping grounds upwardly North...

Well, some folks don't like the weather condition in Arizona, but I own't one of 'em. Why, the air in Arizona is so fine, tourists cease over the state line just to fill their tires with it. Form, Arizona does go rather hot. But since nosotros started shippin' in ice from California, our hens don't lay hard boiled eggs no more.

One rainy autumn, a traveler got lost in the mountains of Arkansas. He was tired and hungry, and and then was his horse. Night was approaching. All at one time, he saw a motel. A squatter sat on the porch fiddling the aforementioned tune over and over...

Well now, 1 winter it was so cold that all the geese flew astern and all the fish moved southward and fifty-fifty the snow turned blue. Late at night, it got so frigid that all spoken words froze solid afore they could be heard. People had to wait until sunup to discover out what folks were talking most the nighttime before...

If you lot travel to Bear Lake in Utah on a quiet mean solar day, you just might grab a glimpse of the Deport Lake Monster. The monster looks similar a huge brown snake and is nearly xc feet long. It has ears that stick out from the side of its skinny head and a rima oris big enough to eat a man. According to some, it has minor legs and it kind of scurries when it ventures out on land. But in the water - scout out!...

Bigfoot Wallace – that wild and wacky Texas Ranger -- returned to the wilds of frontier life once the United States won the war with Mexico, and it suited him as nada else could do. Soon he was freighting mail half-dozen hundred miles from San Antonio to El Paso, and information technology was the wildest stretch in the Wild West! Wallace was the merely man who could do it. Anyone else who tried was scared off past attacking Comanche and Apache warriors or killed outright...

Bigfoot Wallace was every bit crazy an individual every bit they come. He could spin a yarn better than anyone, and while he was a dangerous foe to his enemies, he was also a jovial giant, who was ever on the lookout for a good express mirth. What with hunting and line-fishing and fighting Comanches and avoiding rattlesnakes, Wallace had the time of his life in Texas. Said he wouldn't bandy Texas for the whole shooting lucifer that was the rest of the United States.

Now I hear tell that Paul Bunyan was born in Bangor, Maine. It took five behemothic storks to deliver Paul to his parents. His showtime bed was a lumber wagon pulled by a team of horses. His male parent had to drive the wagon up to the top of Maine and back whenever he wanted to rock the infant to sleep...

Black Bartelmy was an evil, surly buccaneer who murdered his married woman and children and went to sea with a ring of pirates as nasty as he. He roamed the Atlantic declension, murdering and pillaging and laying waste to the countryside as he passed...

He smiled as he sipped at his coffee. It had been an excellent hike. He was glad his friend had recommended coming to the Hanging Hills in Connecticut; not the first place that had come to his listen when considering a vacation. But information technology was beautiful hither. When his friend arrived tomorrow they would tackle some of the more challenging terrain.

The nefarious pirate Blackbeard (who'due south existent proper name was Edward Teach) was a tall man with a very long black bristles that covered virtually of his confront and extended downwards to his waist. He tied his beard up in pigtails adorned with black ribbons...

Many and many a yr ago, two Micmac warriors from rival villages got into a terrible argument. Harsh words were exchanged, and so knives were pulled. The warriors battled dorsum and forth on the banks of a minor creek...

A Delaware man went to state of war during the American Revolution. For entertainment, he brought with him two fighting cocks. When asked most these chickens, the soldier said slyly: "They are the chick's of a blue hen I have at home." ...

Well now, Brer Rabbit had fabricated friends with Old Human Tarrypin, a big turtle that lived in the pond nigh his house. Brer Rabbit and Old Man Tarrypin liked to pull tricks on Brer Fox, and that rascally beau got pretty mad about information technology.

Well, information technology was a crisp autumn day, don't ya know, and Brer Play tricks, he decided he wanted to go hunting. He'd made his peace with Brer Rabbit a few months back, and he thought it would be a fine thing if they went hunting together. So Brer Fox stopped past Brer Rabbit's identify and invited him to come forth.

I fine morning, Brer Play tricks decided to institute him a patch of goober peas. He prepare to with a will and before you lot know it, he had raked and hoed out a beautiful patch of ground and he put in a fine planting of peas. Information technology didn't take likewise long before those goober vines grew alpine and long and the peas ripened up good and smart.

One solar day, Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox and Brer Coon and Brer Behave and a lot of other animals decided to piece of work together to plant a garden full of corn for roasting. They started early in the morning time and raked and dug and raked some more, breaking upward the hard ground so it would be set up for planting. Information technology was a hot day, and Brer Rabbit got tired mighty quick. But he kept toting off the brush and clearing away the debris 'cause he didn't want no one to call him lazy.

Now Brer Rabbit was skipping down the route one day heading for his home in the briar patch when he spotted Sis Cow grazing in the field. It was a mighty hot solar day and Brer Rabbit was thirsty. Some milk would be real fine on such a warm afternoon, just Sis Moo-cow always refused to allow Brer Rabbit milk her when he asked. So Brer Rabbit thought up a programme.

Well at present, that rascal Brer Flim-flam hated Brer Rabbit on account of he was ever cutting capers and bossing anybody around. So Brer Fox decided to capture and kill Brer Rabbit if it was the concluding thing he ever did! He thought and he thought until he came up with a plan. He would make a tar baby! Brer Play a joke on went and got some tar and he mixed it with some turpentine and he sculpted information technology into the figure of a cute piddling baby. Then he stuck a hat on the Tar Baby and saturday her in the middle of the road.

Tall talkin' in Mississippi has been termed "Callin' the canis familiaris" ever since that famous tall-tale session when 1 human offered a hound dog pup to the person who could tell the biggest lie.

Away down S, an old custom dictates that if someone comes upwards to you on Christmas Twenty-four hour period and says "Christmas gift" before you lot do, why you lot are obliged to give that person a present. Mind you, the custom does not say what sort of present you should give! But those of us who hail from the Southward consider ourselves to be gentlefolk. The gifts given and received in this manner are good enough to keep the custom alive and well...

Now, here in the South, we all do not approve of your so-called Connecticut Yankee peddlers. So when one appeared in the yard of my tavern, I was not of a mind to give him room for the night. He was a scrawny boyfriend with a mop of white hair and a withered face. He did not seem like a crafty Yankee peddler.

After cow punching for nigh on fifty years, a Texas cowboy went on to his reward. There was considerable excitement in heaven when he reached the pearly gates...

Well, they say that Davy Crockett, the nigh famous bear hunter in the U.Southward. of A, once ran for ballot in Congress. He was campaigning in town i day, standing on a large ol' stump an talking to a big ol' crowd, when one of the men complained, saying he was mighty thirsty. 'Course, that ready the whole crowd off, don't ya know. They said they wanted gratis drinks, and they wanted Davy to pay fer 'em out of his own pocket. If he didn't pay, he wouldn't go elected.

One wintertime, it was so common cold that the dawn froze solid. The sun got caught between two water ice blocks, and the globe iced upwardly so much that it couldn't turn. The beginning rays of sunlight froze halfway over the mountain tops. They looked like xanthous icicles dripping towards the ground.

It is midnight. The streets of Cohoes abound silent every bit the citizens turn off their lights ane by i and go to their well-earned rest. The nighttime is dark, and the wind whispers softly, touching the copse and houses, rattling a window pane here and there...

My granny was told every bit a child that Helm Kidd, knowing the police force was on his trail, traveled up the Jersey declension looking for the perfect spot to bury his stolen booty. And he found it nigh a grove of gnarled, wind-swept pines on Sandy Hook. I moonless dark dark, the Adventure Galley slid silently into harbor at Sandy Hook...

The dream was and so vivid, she didn't realize at starting time that information technology was a dream. The party was crowded, the guests cheerful, the food delicious. Then a rumor began to circulate among the guests. The Devil was coming to the party. The Devil was on the fashion.

Back in the early on days, the Plains folk were ofttimes in need of a good drought buster during the hot summertime months. The sunday would shine and shine, and the clouds would scuttle correct quick over the Plains without dropping pelting. One year, it got so bad that Febold Feboldson, that legendary Swede who could bosom the driest drought in a day, got annoyed.

It was a cold winter and the snow was deep in the forest surrounding the logging camp nearly the Dungarvon River. Simply there was plenty of game to be found if you lot were a practiced hunter, so the men didn't go hungry. The camp cook was a jolly fellow, and quite rich for a logger. He kept his life savings in a money belt that he wore at all times...

The gravel bar on our left is called, Dunkelberger gravel bar. The reason I mention it to you, is considering it is one of the finest places on the whole Rogue River to fish from the banking company. If yous have a boat you tin can fish most anywhere, but if yous're consigned to the depository financial institution – and I know a lot of people who prefer it – then this is where you want to go.

There is an old tale which claims that at midnight, on Christmas Eve, the cattle will kneel in the barn and speak with 1 another. Once an sometime Maryland man decided to test the tale by hiding in the barn at midnight to listen. So he climbed a rope to the window in the hayloft. He lay down on the rough grayness boards, covered himself with hay and waited...

Following the Homestead Deed of 1862, many Scandinavians pioneered the lands of the mid-Westward. These frontier settlers worked hard, and were justly proud of their new home in America. They were not above boasting about their new country, especially to settlers who came from the old...

For days, a ragged old man had hung effectually the Newark Fundamental Station. The stationmaster kept running him off, but night later on night he would return. He kept accosting people, shouting: "It's coming for me! It's coming!"...

Well, the spring floods here in Vermont are mighty trigger-happy, doncha know. One immature farmer named Tom got trapped one twelvemonth when the river started rise near his identify. He watched the water creep upwardly to his forepart porch, and and so through the front door, and then on up the steps until he and his wife were trapped in their upstairs sleeping accommodation.

Yous can talk 'til yous're blue in the face about the thickest of fogs in ye merry olde England, just I'm tellin' you now, sure as I'thousand continuing hither, that England's fogs don't hold cipher over them thick fogs which roll in over the Bay of Fundy here in Maine.

At present it happened that there was a mining camp in Colorado where more than an average number of the miners were baldheaded. An enterprising hair tonic salesman from Kentucky decided to take advantage of this gold opportunity, so he made the trip north. Information technology was a rainy summertime evening. The salesman was headed towards the mining camp with 4 bottles of hair tonic nether his arm. As he was crossing one of the trout streams which lead to the Arkansas River, the salesman slipped and dropped two bottles of hair tonic into the water. The bottles broke, and the hair tonic spilled into the stream...

My wife Jill and I were driving habitation from a friend'due south political party tardily one evening in early on May. It was a cute night with a total moon. We were laughing and discussing the political party when the engine started to cough and the emergency light went on. We had just reached the railroad crossing where Villamain Road becomes Shane Road...

He had only graduated from Harvard University and was living in Manhattan. He loved the city and was start to feel at home on its streets. Globe War II was raging in Europe, and like all other skilful citizens, he followed the headlines daily and did his office for the boys overseas...

I was a railway fire fighter back in those days, working on the CPR line in Alberta. I did a difficult 24-hour interval'due south work and earned me a fair wage. I was immature then, and my pretty petty bride was just setting upwards housekeeping in the lilliputian cottage that was all we could beget. Life was skillful, and I idea everything would continue rolling along that way...

He was sulking a piffling, standing at the sidelines while all the other men danced with their pretty partners. His girl had non come to the trip the light fantastic toe that dark. Her mother was ill, then his girl had remained at her side. A fine pious act, he thought sourly, but information technology left him at loose ends.

Well at present, when onetime Johnson came to town, I knew in that location'd be trouble. That Yankee Peddler was a scoundrel if ever I saw one. But I was laid up with my rheumatism when he arrived, and then I couldn't do anything about it.

There once was a lighthouse keeper who had lived on St. Martin's Island with his children, whom he loved dearly. They were all alone there, for the mother had died long before. Wanting the all-time for his girl and son, the keeper had insisted that they keep their education, and for this purpose had purchased a modest dory for them, which they rowed across to the mainland each day to nourish school.

California must exist the healthiest state in the union, yep sir! I know of one chap who's grandpa lived to be 200 years old. The old man got awful tired of living after awhile, merely couldn't seem to sicken and die.

Now the Pennsylvania hoop serpent is something to be reckoned with. It is long, and its colors vary with the blazon of whisky you've been drinking. Just everyone agrees that you tin can tell a hoop snake from a regular serpent past the fashion it moves. When a hoop snake travels around, information technology grabs its tail (with the poisonous substance stinger at the end) in its oral fissure and rolls along until it sees something it wants to sting. Then it whips the stinger out of its rima oris quick enough and lashes out with its tail...

There'due south an ongoing contend here in the peachy state of Indiana over the origins of the word "Hoosiers". My Granddad, he falls into the first camp, and me, I fall into the 2nd...

We knew right from the start that Johnny was going to be a soldier. Even as a child, all his concentration was on the military. And then we weren't surprised when he joined the Marines right out of loftier school...

We hither in Idaho are right proud of our potatoes. Our fields are so brimming full of potatoes that yous tin hear them grumbling when you stick your ear on the footing. "Roll over, yer crowding me," they say...

A couple of Welsh miners came to Nevada to help mine the Comstock Load. They were quite a pair of tricksters, yes sir! Information technology got so bad that no one would believe anything they said, 'cause if'due north they did, the Welshman would make them expect like a fool. Only they were popular. The miners dearly loved a express mirth after a hard day working in the mine...

Once, a Kansas farmer sent his son Jack to check on the growth of the corn in the field. Now Jack was not a tall lad, so he decided to take a ladder with him. When he found a nice big stalk of corn, he leaned the ladder against it and climbed upwardly until he could attain the kickoff articulation. From there, he proceeded to the top of the cornstalk, and looked out over the field. There was plenty corn there for a rich harvest...

Jean Sot was sitting gloomily on the dock of the marina casting a fishing line into the Bayou when his friend Boudreaux (Boo-dro) walked by. "Why are you so gloomy, monday ami?" Boudreaux asked his friend. "Oh Boudreaux, I had a terrible dream," Jean Sot said, waving the tip of his line-fishing pole for emphasis...

One day, Jean Sot's mother wanted to go to boondocks. "Now Jean," she said, "I want you lot to baby-sit the door. "Yes, Mama," Jean Sot agreed.

I'd been transferred to the Hudson Division of the New York Fundamental arrangement, and was working the rails on the main line between New York and Albany. I was on the late shift to first with, since I was a bit of a night owl. Subsequently half-dozen weeks of stomping the tracks and mending the track, I was feeling correct at abode in my new task...

Something people often ask near, and you lot might be curious also, are the copse you see forth the river with the kind of yellowish orange trunk, peel-like bark. They look like someone has been peeling the bark off of them. Those are called Madrone copse, and what gives them that appearance is that'due south actually what happens to those trees. The brittle outer bark of the Madrone tree is deftly peeled away, on a regular basis, by the Madrone monkeys that live along the river.

Michigan winds are fiercest in the spring. Why, just last year, the wind knocked one of our mountains over into a valley. Folks woke up the next mean solar day to find themselves living on a plain.

A company to Mississippi decided to take a walk along the river in the cool of the evening. His host warned him that the mosquitoes in the area had been interim up lately, tormenting the alligators until they moved down the river. But the visitor just laughed and told his host he wasn't to be put off from his evening constitutional by a few mosquitoes...

Moll DeGrow was a wicked witch who once lived on Gully Road in what is now Newark, New Bailiwick of jersey. She took delight in the misery of others, and made things miserable for the folks living near her. If a neighbor slighted her, she would sour their milk. If anyone called her a witch, she made their dogs turn vicious. People were very cautious around Moll De Grow...

Well now, old Sam Gibb, he didn't believe in ghosts. Non one bit. Everyone in town knew the old log cabin back in the woods was haunted, but Sam Gibb just laughed whenever folks talked about it. Finally, the blacksmith dared Sam Gibb to spend the night in the haunted log motel...

To say that the weather condition in Oklahoma is subject to extremes is an understatement. Instead of rain storms, we get dust storms. On the same day, 1 man can dice of sunstroke at noon while his neighbor freezes to death that night.

It'southward not hard to catch a meal in New Hampshire, no sir. Have my neighbor, Old Man Moses, who lives down a piece from me. I morning time, Old Homo Moses went out his kitchen door and found twelve turkeys on his fence...

At present anybody knows that Alfred Bulltop Stormalong was the ultimate sailor. He was the captain of a mighty ship known as the Courser, which was and so wide that she couldn't canvas into Boston Harbor and so tall that the mast was hinged into the middle so information technology could be taken downwards to avoid the sun and the moon whenever they passed by.

One 24-hour interval Former Stormalong, the ultimate sailor, was sailing the Courser through the deepest office of the Atlantic Bounding main when a particularly big wave knocked the anchor loose. The ballast plunged correct down to the bottom earlier the sailors could reel her in, and it got caught on something.

There is a tale once told of a Mississippi riverboat captain who chosen all of the passengers to the top deck in the middle of the night. When the announcement was made, anybody hurried topside, wondering fearfully what had occasioned the disruption in their sleep.

The Palatine gleamed in the sunlight every bit she set out with a full crew, a long listing of passengers, and a hull full of merchandise for the American Colonies the wintertime of 1750-1751. Certainly, there was no indication that forenoon of the destiny fate had in store for her...

The Whistling River - so named because twice a 24-hour interval, it reared up to a height of two hundred feet and allow loose a whistle that could be heard for over vi hundred miles - was the most ornery river in the U.S. of A. It took a fiendish delight in plaguing the life out of the loggers who worked it.

I winter, shortly after Paul Bunyan dug Lake Michigan every bit a drinking hole for his bluish ox, Baby, he decided to camp out in the Upper Peninsula. It was so common cold in that at that place logging camp, that...

One spring 24-hour interval, the loggers on the Wisconsin River discovered a huge log jam, the biggest they'd ever seen. The logs were piled about two hundred feet loftier and the jam went upriver for a mile or more than. Those loggers chopped and hauled at the jam, simply it wouldn't budge an inch. And so they called for Paul Bunyan to requite them a hand.

One winter, Paul Bunyan came to log along the Little Gimlet in Oregon. Ask any old timer who was logging that winter, and they'll tell you I own't lying when I say his kitchen covered well-nigh ten miles of territory.

Now everyone in the Westward knows that Pecos Bill could ride anything. No bronco could throw him, no sir! Fact is, I only heard of Nib getting' throwed once in his whole career equally a cowboy. Yes, it was that time he was upwardly Kansas way and decided to ride him a tornado.

Now, Pecos Bill had a way with wimmen. No doubt. He had dozens of wives during his time. But his one true beloved was Slue-pes Sue. She was his first wife - and she could ride nearly as good equally Bill himself...

Well now, Texas jest became also tame for Pecos Nib in one case he killed off all the bad men, so he struck out for New United mexican states, looking for a difficult outfit. He asked an quondam trapper he met on the style where he could find a hard outfit, and the trapper directed Bill to a place where the fellers scrap nails in half for fun. It sounded similar a promisin' identify to Bill, and so he set off. But his durned fool hoss got its cervix broke on the way, and Bill institute himself itinerant...

Now when Colonel Howell of the British Army chanced to meet the daughter of the wealthy farmer Jarrett, who owned country near Valley Forge, he fell head-over-heels in love. Howell had a fleck of a reputation as a womanizer, but information technology faded away afterwards he met Ruth. The girl had a brother serving under Washington and none of her family liked the cerise coats, only so overwhelming was Howell's beloved for her that information technology conquered the reluctant maiden'southward eye...

He couldn't believe it when she savage ill just a few brusk weeks earlier their marriage. His betrothed was beautiful, potent, and healthy, merely she just faded away before his eyes. He held her in his arms as she gasped out her last exhale, and was inconsolable long afterwards her body lay buried abreast the Dismal Swamp...

The passengers were grumpy and heavy-eyed as they boarded the train in Salisbury during the early morn of August 27, 1891. The railroad train was headed to Asheville, and the riders settled into their seats and tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep...

There once was a crazy ghost over Poughkeepsie style that got folks so plumb scared that nobody would stay more one night in its house. It was a prissy former place, or was, until the ghost began making its presence known. Information technology got so no one would enter the house, not even kids on a dare, and you know what they are like!...

In 1914, the Newfoundland sailed upwards to the Ice with a coiffure of 250 men. On March 30th, lxx-seven men went out on the Water ice to kill seals. A mighty storm came upward while the men were out, that lasted two days, and the men could not go far back to the ship...

The infamous Red Dwarf (Nain Rouge) of Detroit was reputed to be the foul offspring of the Stone God, who simply appeared when there was to be trouble. The Cherry Dwarf was chosen "The Demon of the Strait" and its appearance heralded disaster. Cadillac, founder of Detroit, encountered the Nain Rouge while sitting on the bank of the Detroit River.

Well now Paul Bunyan scouted around the due north woods of Wisconsin for quite a while afore he found the perfect spot for his wintertime lumber camp. Information technology was right next to a fast river, and Paul figured they could pile the logs upward right next to information technology and come up leap time it would be mighty piece of cake to tumble the logs into the river and float 'em down to the manufacturing plant.

Davy Crockett washed married the prettiest, the sassiest, the toughest gal in the West, don't ya know! Her proper name was Sally Ann Thunder Ann Whirlwind and she was all that and and then some! She was tougher than a grumpy she-bear and faster than a wildcat with his tail on fire and sweeter than honey, so that even hornets would let her use their nest for a Dominicus-go-to-Meeting chapeau.

I got up at the cleft of dawn and collection to Larry'due south place to pick him upwards. We were going hiking along our favorite trail in the back of across. Information technology was a sunny solar day, but non also hot; a perfect day for hiking. Larry and I walked forth the rugged path leading into the wood, chatting off and on as the mood struck us...

Have a wait over at this gravel bar on our left. Information technology'southward called Bony Point, and we saw something here the other day that I thought was kind of interesting so I thought I'd mention it. You run into where the gravel bar meets the tree line up in that location and how it forms those shadows? Well, standing dorsum there in those shadows was a big former Sasquatch. And, this isn't unusual, because we take a lot of Sasquatches down here. Only, nosotros had some people on lath who had never seen one, so nosotros idled downwards to sentry.

A miner was on his style to Dos Cabezas, where hither heard there was good prospecting, when he found himself lost and alone in the flats merely n of the Dragoon Mountains. In the baking sun of midday, his burro dropped dead from heatstroke and the prospector knew that he would shortly follow if he did not find shelter and something to drink.

A sheep herder from Montana fell afoul of the law and hired a lawyer to go him off if he could. The lawyer realized that information technology was an open and close case, and advised the sheep herder to pretend that he had a bit of Sheep Herder's Complaint.

Nevada rivers empty into a serial of small lakes which have no visible outlets. These lakes are called sinks because the water just sinks abroad...

Manner upward in the mountains of Colorado lurks the slide-rock bolter. This creature has a huge head, slits where its eyes should be and a wide rima oris with long, precipitous teeth...

Once in quondam New Amsterdam, there was a brave trumpeter named Anthony Van Corlaer who would blow his trumpet when Peter Stuyvesant wanted to telephone call the people together...

Well at present, you've probably heard information technology rumored that here in Deadwood nosotros have such a tough neighborhood that our babies teeth on guns. And the fact of the affair is, this is the very truth. I happen to know the lady who was responsible for the start of this rumor...

Two sisters were motoring through Cape Cod late 1 stormy night in the early 1900'southward when their automobile bankrupt down in an unpopulated surface area. Seeing an old, neglected business firm nearby, they went to the door and tugged on the bell-pull. When no 1 answered, they looked through a nearby window whose shutter was banging in the bitter wind. The window was broken. Through the window, they could run across a library. The dust lay heavy over everything...

Well now Pecos Bill was born in the usual way to a real nice cowpoke and his wife who were journeying west with their 18 children. Bill's Ma knew right from the showtime that he was something else. He started talkin' before he was a month erstwhile, did his teething on his Pa'southward bowie knife and rode his first horse jest as shortly as he learned to sit down up on his own. When he started to clamber, Pecos Neb would slither out of the carriage while his Mama was cookin' supper and wrestle with the carry cubs and other wild animals that roamed the prairies....

The Phelps place was an erstwhile, abandoned belongings with a monstrous, decrepit Victorian house that was supposed to be haunted. It should have been a good resting place for the local deer hunters, but they would not go virtually it. A few that tried came away before midnight with tales of ghostly thumping noises, gasps, moans, and a terrible wet bloodstain that appeared on the floor of the forepart porch and could not be wiped away.

It happened in Georgia not long ago, that a farmer and his married woman decided to sleep late, like the rich folk practise. Information technology was a beautiful Sunday morning, the kind that brings all God'southward creatures out to play. Just not these farm folk. No, they just slept and slept and slept...

According to the latest reports, at that place is a crystal mountain residing somewhere in Wyoming. You can't come across nothing of it, information technology being clear straight through. But folks hereabouts reckon its about three miles around at the base, on account of all the bones of birds which killed themselves crashing into the danged thing...

The devil was in the Mississippi River that night. Y'all could feel it with every boil swirling against the helm of the boat. You could hear it in every jangle of the bell. Y'all could see it in the dim light of the lantern every bit it tried to pierce the swirling fog...

Now, Pecos Pecker didn't alive forever. Nope, not even Bill could figure out how to practise that. Here'southward how he died...

Fiddling Simeon came running into the surgery. He bent over, winded, and gasped desperately several times before he could speak. "Doc. Doc! My mitt got strychnine poison in his pollex. Nosotros amputated it right away, just the poisonous substance is yet moving up his arm. You gotta come quick!"...

1 fine day an quondam Maine human being was fishing and fishing on his favorite lake and catching nary a matter. Finally, he gave upwardly and walked back along the shore to his line-fishing shack. When he got shut to the front door, he saw information technology was open. Being of a suspicious nature, he walked to the door quietly and looked inside. There was a large black bear. It was just pulling the cork out of his molasses jug with its teeth. The molasses spilled all over the flooring and the bear rubbed his paw in it, smearing it all over.

I have a fascination with genealogy, which is what started all the problem. My next-door neighbor and I were beau hobbyists, and we often supported each others search for long-lost ancestors. We would spend hours pouring over stacks of dusty land records, wandering through poison-ivy strewn graveyards, and getting lost on back lanes trying to find the homes of retirees who remembered what our forbearers were like way dorsum when...

A young woman lay suffering on her deathbed, her stillborn baby lying against her chest. Her young hubby crouched close, stricken with grief. His beautiful married woman crooned a lullaby to her dead baby, her phonation growing fainter as death drew almost. Finally, she looked at her married man and asked him to bury her back East, beside her dead mother. Choked with grief, the young husband agreed...

Well now, at that place was a chap that got real sick of working in the big city. 1 twenty-four hours, he quit his chore, packed upwards his married woman and kiddies, and hi-tailed information technology out to Kansas to become a farmer. Bought a big parcel of land with a k former barn and some fields just ready to plough and found...

There once was a adult female traveling dwelling from England who lost her pooch somewhere between Salem and Springfield. He was just about the shaggiest dog in the entire world; so shaggy you couldn't tell which end was which until his tail started wagging...

Nosotros were on our mode dorsum to Yuma following a futile endeavour to find Pegleg's lost gold mine out in the heat and dust of the desert. Nosotros stopped to make camp for the dark between a rock and a hard place, and before long my friend Eddie was snoring loud plenty to wake the expressionless. I drifted off myself, and started dreaming nearly the pretty daughter I was engaged to marry...

A farmer owned a mule which he used for piece of work all week. But being a Church-going human, he let the mule rest on Sunday. One Sunday, the farmer had to go to a funeral. So he sent his son to saddle the mule. "Since when do I take to work on Sun?" asked the mule...

A while back there was a family I know of - a mother, a father, and several children. Iv of them had mouths that were twisted into strange shapes. The female parent'south mouth twisted up while the father's oral cavity twisted down. The sister's mouth twisted left while the younger blood brother'due south mouth twisted correct. The eldest son John's mouth was perfectly normal...

They say that the Wampus cat used to be a cute Indian woman. The men of her tribe were always going on hunting trips, but the women had to stay home. The Indian adult female secretly followed her husband ane twenty-four hour period when he went hunting with the other men. She hid herself backside a rock, clutching the hibernate of a mountain cat around her, and spied on the men as they saturday around their campfires telling sacred stories and doing magic...

In the wee hours of Friday morning, October 7, 1859, when all the good residents of Charlottetown should still be sleeping in their beds, a deep bell tone was heard from the bell tower in St. James Church. The somber audio rang out over the rooftops, waking many with the unexpectedness of its doom-laden ring. Then a 2nd cost rang slowly overhead, followed by a third...

Tommy Knockers are the spirits of departed miners that help miners find ore. They besides knock on the walls of the mines correct before a cave-in. When yous hear a Tommy Knocker knocking, it's best to depart the area right quick. They have saved the life of many a miner who has been in a danger. Some folks say that the very first man to hear the sound is jinxed, merely that is non e'er the case...

There once was a trapper who roamed the wilds of Labrador on a sleigh pulled by eight pure white Huskies. He was a alpine human being, dressed in layer upon layer of animal skins, who drove his team with a terrible ferocity across the frozen tundra...

A preacher was riding to 1 of the churches on his circuit when darkness savage. It was most to storm, and the only house nearby was an former mansion which was reputed to exist haunted. The preacher clutched his Bible and said: "The Lawd will have care o' me"...

There in one case was a beautiful daughter engaged to a soldier who caught the centre of an evil woodsman who had sold his soul for the power to turn himself into a wolf at will. He lay in expect for the daughter when she was walking home one day and accosted her, begging her to elope with him. The maiden refused, spurning his dear and crying out to her love to salvage her from his advances.

A Cree chief had a very beautiful daughter who was sought after past many dauntless warriors. At that place were two suitors who led the rivalry for her paw, a Cree chief from Lake Winnipegosis and a Sioux chief from Devil'south Lake. The girl herself favored the Cree warrior, and when he brought a beautiful white horse from Mexico as a souvenir for her male parent, the human agreed to the marriage...

It is said that Lincoln's ghost haunts the White House. He appears in the room where the Lincoln bed is kept. Harry Truman once responded to a three o'clock knock on his door and found no one there. He attributed the knock to Lincoln...

Back in the old days, Brer Lizard was an atrocious lot similar Brer Frog, pregnant he could sit down upright like a dog. Things were similar this for quite a spell. And then 1 day when they were walking down the road by their swamp, Brer Lizard and Brer Frog spotted some existent dainty pasture state with a peachy big pond that was on the far side of a great big contend...

One time long ago, Sam, a young slave from Alabama, was sent to the market in Georgia with his master's cattle. Afterward delivering the cattle to market, Sam was given some free fourth dimension every bit a advantage for good service. Sam decided to explore the city...

One night, windy night, the town drunk was meandering his way dwelling after the bar closed. Somehow he got turned around and ended upwards walking through the churchyard instead of taking the route dwelling house...

Near the Author: Due south.E. Schlosser S.East. Schlosser is the author of the Spooky Series by Globe Pequot Press, as well every bit the Ghost Stories deck by Random House.  She has been telling stories since she was a child, when games of "permit'south pretend" quickly built themselves into full-length tales acted out with friends. A graduate of both Houghton College and the Establish of Children'southward Literature, Sandy received her MLS from Rutgers University while working every bit a full-fourth dimension music teacher and a freelance author. Read more

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