LONGISH: RE: Ghost Stories
Gavin D. Watt (GDW@MOOSE.CCCS.UMN.EDU)
Fri, 22 May 1992 17:47:00 CDT
A campfire without ghost stories?
|As a scout, I remember that each camp had a ghost story that happened near
I still, 30 years later, remember the one they told on Blueberry Island at
Haliburton Scout Reserve in Ontario. "When you were over gathering firewood
on the mainland were you guys careful not to climb on any of those mounds
over in the woods? Because under those mounds lay indian graves and they
didn't like to be disturbed. But it should be ok, unless there is a 'Green
Mist' 'cause several years ago ... the campers heard indian dancing ... and
saw a green mist rolling down off that hill... and all the searchers found
were the tents and a few bloody bones." And sure enough as we looked up
across the water that hill was all misty and spooky sick yellow green --
yow! I feel privledged to have been on site at the absolute perfect time --
as the full moon rose behind that hill and bathed every thing in green mist
before it cleared the tops of the trees. Even at 14 years old I was
|}This brings up a point that I think we should discuss, if it has not
|}been "talked to death" already. Should we be telling "Ghost Stories"
|}at all? Do we have any "early childhood types" who can tell us about
|}the effects of these stories on young minds? I know, as a child I hated
|}them. As a teen ager I took part in the "haunting" of a church camp.
Well, like all things somebody not going to take well to something and we
should certainly be attentive to special needs.
|I think a lot of boys go though a stage where they are interested in scarry
Scary stories full of scarred characters do seem to appeal to children of
|}son with a chain saw and his headless body ran through the camp, spurting
|}"blood" as it ran, the director asked us to go away. I can still hear the
|}screaming, sobbing children the staff were trying to console as we
|}departed. I wonder how many "billable hours" we generated for
|IF DONE WITHIN REASON, I think ghost storys can be fun for the Scouts. We
|always just told the stories. We never acted them out.
Agree. The chainsaw mis-adventure sounds pretty extreme. A little acting
isn't too bad -- the confederate who howls in the woods at just right time,
or 'YOU--YOU've GOT MY GOLDEN ARM'
So, like the local tv station during sweeps week -- "Tonite WCCO exposes the
terrible things that go on in MASSAGE parlors, just look at these awful
pictures of SCANTILY CLAD women!", I'll close with the sort of ghost story
you probably shouldn't tell -- it had my 7 year old shaking when I first
told it -- my adaptation of the "The Green Mist"
"Pierre D'un Oeil" by Gavin Watt [c]
[please excuse my High School French -- Pierre with one eye]
Up in the Boundry Waters on the northeast end of Ensign Lake there is a
campsite on a point and it is real easy to find because there's two dead
trees with a bar that people use to hang their food bag to keep it from the
bears. We usually put a poncho over the bag. As you sit at the campfire and
look east across the lake that poncho between those two trees looks like a
hanged man. And sometimes we hang the collapsible-plastic 5 gallon water
bag off one of the trees. If you are there on June 14 this year start the
story about 8:50 CDT because the full moon will rise at 8:53.
This afternoon while you kids were still coming over the portage an old guy
came out of the woods and he told me this story. About a hundred years ago
there was a trapper lived up here named Pierre d'un Oeil; they called him
that 'cause he only had one good eye. He did have a glass eye but it was
just an old glass marble he'd found somewhere and it was a wierd
yellow-green kind of color and it seemed to glow. Nobody talked to old
Pierre much and he didn't talk much to nobody. He went to town in the
spring to sell his furs and maybe again in the fall to stock up. The folks
in town were suprised one spring when he showed up with a wife, an indian
woman. Pierre said he'd traded with her folks up in Canada. A good deal he
said she only cost him one gallon of whiskey and a good canoe. After a
couple years the shopkeeper's wife had befriended Pierre's wife and was
pleased to see one fall that she was pregnant. Well it was a long hard
winter and it wasn't till late May that the ice went out and Pierre showed
up in town. Mrs. Shopkeeper asked after his wife and Pierre got real dark
and quiet and said, "She dead". "Oh no -- how". "She die havin' the baby".
"And the baby" "The baby? I took it up to her folks in Canada". "Oh
that's so sad". Well Mrs. Shopkeeper was worried and so she began some
inquiries and became suspicious until finally an investigation was launched.
They found the parents up in Canada and they hadn't seen Pierre or a baby.
So the sherrif went out and found Pierre and confronted him and Pierre broke
down and told how about in Feb or March after being snowed in for 3 months
the cabin fever got to them and they had a big fight and he went crazy and
killed her -- with an axe... And buried her out in the woods after the thaw.
Well they tried Pierre in court and found him guilty and sentenced him to
die since that was the law but they all knew about cabin fever and that
Pierre although he was spooky was not a bad man so the judge said, "Pierre
do you have a last wish?". Pierre said, "If you are going to hang me that's
that, but let's do it someplace pretty -- there's a place at the east end of
Ensign Lake where the walleyes bite real good in the middle of June -- let's
do it there." So they did -- right over there between those two trees! And
then the old man told me that as they were rigging him up he reached up an
popped out that nasty yellow-green glass eye and handed it to the hangman
who shuddered and set it in the notch of a tree and forgot about it. The
old man said he put it in that tree right over there!
If you timed this right the moon has just cleared the horizon and is shining
thru that water bag and is glows like a big eeire yellow-green glass marble.
[A flashlight works too but that's like cooking on a Coleman stove (;-)]
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