In the early summer of 1863, for
various reasons, including victories at Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville,
Lee urged President Davis to again take the war to northern soil.
On July 1, 1863, a 3-day
bloodbath was fought in Gettysburg, and when the smoke of the cannons cleared
Union had triumphed, although nearly 5,000 horses and 50,000 men lay dead or
dying.
It is conjectured that because many
of the Confederate soldiers never received a proper burial, and with the utter massacre
and violence of the battle, historic Gettysburg is the home of many unquiet
spirits, including the ghost of what appears to be the ghost of General Robert
E. Lee.
There is a Ghost Tour of Gettysburg and a long list of
haunted sites. I’ll only attempt here to
list them, but more information can be found at: http://www.travelchannel.com/interests/history/articles/ghosts-of-gettysburg
The Daniel Lady Farm
Cashtown Inn
Cashtown Inn
Gettysburg Hotel
Baladerry Inn
Baladerry Inn
*The Ghost Train
Tourists can also take a 90-minute ride on the Ghost Train -- the only ghost tour in Gettysburg that takes visitors across the actual battlefield.
Tourists can also take a 90-minute ride on the Ghost Train -- the only ghost tour in Gettysburg that takes visitors across the actual battlefield.
April 7, the Wild Rose Press released Her General in Gray. In this
93-page story, the hero died at Antietam fighting for the Confederacy. John Sibley Allen never saw Gettysburg.
Blurb:
John Sibley Allen died in battle from a wound in the back, the bullet fired by the turncoat, Beauregard Dudley. The traitor’s reincarnation is Autumn the Interloper’s first dinner guest. Sib bedevils her date and annoys her with fleeting, phantom touches, certain he can frighten her away as he did previous purchasers. As time marches on, her resident ghost becomes more appealing while her suitor, Beau, pales in comparison. Autumn finds her ability to love didn’t perish in the divorce that sent her south seeking a fresh start.
Excerpt:
“You
are not there.” Autumn dropped her book and leapt to her feet, shaking her fist
at the apparition standing beside the fireplace.
The
frolicking blaze shone through the whatever-he-was lounging by the hearth, his
arm stretched along the mantel. A
ceramic clock beside his hand chimed the hour—seven golden notes. Tall candles
in brass candlesticks flickered in an eerie fire dance. He appeared to be a
Civil War soldier of the South, his opaque uniform gray with a nasty
red-stained hole near the heart. Double
rows of gold buttons decorated the coat. Three gold stars and a wreath on the
collar glittered in the firelight. No blood spilled from the apparition. Except for his wound, he looked perfectly
healthy—for a dead man! He nodded and bowed elegantly...as much so as
his lost society had been, regardless of the strong backs supporting that way
of life.
“Oh,
but I am, Miss Hartley.” He
straightened, longish hair gently curling over his face.
He
smiled. “It’s not Halloween, and we
share this house. It was mine, you know,
and still is. I’m willing to share it
with you—even if you are a Yankee. After
all, the conflict is over, and I’ll hold no grudge against the Northern
aggressors. Even though the South will never surrender.”
“Northern
aggressors?” She inhaled sharply, the
vanilla scent of the candles on the dining room table drifting into the living
room. Everything about Allen Hall was
beautiful. She loved the house. But this conversation with an arrogant spirit
solidified defiance. “And, for your
information, the South did surrender.”
“A
point of history.” He shrugged and gave her a condescending glance. “No more.”
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