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Drummers See A Specter

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(St Louis _Globe-Democrat_, Oct. 6, 1887)

[The last man in the world to be accused of a belief in the supernatural

would be your go-ahead, hard-headed American "drummer" or traveling-man.

Yet here is a plain tale of how not one but two of the western

fraternity saw a genuine ghost in broad daylight a few years ago.--ED.]

JACKSON, MO., October 6. At a place on the Turnpike road, between Cape

irardeau and Jackson, is what is familiarly known as Spooks' Hollow.

The place is situated fours miles from the Cape and is awfully dismal

looking where the road curves gracefully around a high bluff.

Two drummers, representing a single leading wholesale house of St.

Louis, were recently making the drive from Jackson to the Cape, when

their attention was suddenly attracted at the Spooks' Hollow by a white

and airy object which arose in its peculiar form so as to be plainly

visible and then maneuvered in every imaginable manner, finally taking a

zigzag wayward journey through the low dismal-looking surroundings,

disappearing suddenly into the mysterious region from whence it came.

More than one incident of dreadful experience has been related of this

gloomy abode, and the place is looked upon by the midnight tourist and

the lonesome citizen on his nocturnal travels as an unpleasant spot,

isolated from the beautiful country which surrounds it.