Myths and Legends of Our Own Land — Volume 05 : Lights and shadows of the South — Text and Context

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Skinner, Charles M. (Charles Montgomery), 1852-1907 Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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This volume collects Southern folklore and ghost stories, emphasizing physical ordeals, spectral visitations, and moral reckonings. Skinner's narratives move between natural landscapes and supernatural encounters, often hinging on a single desperate act—a swim, a ride, a murder—that reverberates across time.
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Albert had been vexatiously bogged on the edge of the creek. While floundering in the mud a half dozen sturdy red-coats had lugged him out and he was packed off to the prison-ships anchored in the Wallabout. In these dread hulks, amid darkness and miasma, living on scant, unwholesome food, compelled to see his comrades die by dozens every day and their bodies flung ashore where the tide lapped away the sand thrown over them, De Courcy wished that death instead of capture had been his lot, for next to his love he prized his liberty.

One day he was told off, with a handful of others, for transfer to a stockade on the Delaware, and how his heart beat when he learned that the new prison was within twenty miles of home! His flow of spirits returned, and his new jailers liked him for his frankness and laughed at his honest expletives against the king. He had the liberty of the enclosure, and was not long in finding where the wall was low, the ditch narrow, and the abatis decayed--knowledge that came useful to him sooner than he expected, for one day a captured horse was led in that made straight for him with a whinny and rubbed his nose against his breast.

"Why!" he cried,--"it's Cecil! My horse, gentlemen--or, was. Not a better hunter in Maryland!"

"Yes," answered one of the officers. "We've just taken him from your brother. He's been stirring trouble with his speeches and has got to be quieted. But we'll have him to-day, for he's to be married, and a scouting party is on the road to nab him at the altar."

"Married! My brother! What! Ernest, the lawyer, the orator? Ho, ho! Ah, but it's rather hard to break off a match in that style!"

"Hard for him, maybe; but they say the lady feels no great love for him. He made it seem like a duty to her, after her lover died."

"How's that? Her own--what's her name?"

"Helen--Helen Carmichael, or something like that."

Field and sky swam before De Courcy's eyes for a moment; then he resumed, in a calm voice, and with a pale, set face, "Well, you're making an unhappy wedding-day for him. If he had Cecil here he would outride you all. Ah, when I was in practice I could ride this horse and snatch a pebble from the ground without losing pace!"

"Could you do it now?"

"I'm afraid long lodging in your prison-ships has stiffened my joints, but I'd venture at a handkerchief."

"Then try," said the commandant.

De Courcy mounted into the saddle heavily, crossed the grounds at a canter, and dropped a handkerchief on the grass. Then, taking a few turns for practice, he started at a gallop and swept around like the wind. His seat was so firm, his air so noble, his mastery of the steed so complete, that a cheer of admiration went up. He seemed to fall headlong from the saddle, but was up again in a moment, waving the handkerchief gayly in farewell--for he kept straight on toward the weak place in the wall. A couple of musket-balls hummed by his ears: it was neck or nothing now! A tremendous leap! Then a ringing cry told the astonished soldiers that he had reached the road in safety. Through wood and thicket and field he dashed as if the fiend were after him, and never once did he cease to urge his steed till he reached the turnpike, and saw ahead the scouting party on its way to arrest his brother.

Turning into a path that led to the rear of the little church they were so dangerously near, he plied hands and heels afresh, and in a few moments a wedding party was startled by the apparition of a black horse, all in a foam, ridden by a gaunt man, in torn garments, that burst in at the open chancel-door. The bridegroom cowered, for he knew his brother. The bride gazed in amazement. "'Tis the dead come to life!" cried one. De Courcy had little time for words. He rode forward to the altar, swung Helen up behind him, and exclaimed, "Save yourselves! The British are coming! To horse, every one, and make for the manor!" There were shrieks and fainting--and perhaps a little cursing, even if it was in church,--and when the squadron rode up most of the company were in full flight. Ernest was taken, and next morning held his brother's place on the prison-list, while, as arrangements had been made for a wedding, there was one, and a happy one, but Albert was the bridegroom.

SPOOKS OF THE HIAWASSEE

Charles M. Skinner's Myths and Legends of Our Own Land — Volume 05 : Lights and shadows of the South gathers tales that hinge on a single, desperate act—a swim across the Potomac, a ride for a bride, a murder in the woods—and then traces how that act echoes through landscape and memory. The collection moves briskly between natural settings (rivers, swamps, mountains) and the supernatural consequences that arise from human violence or devotion. Skinner often frames these stories with a matter-of-fact narrator who reports the uncanny without embellishment, letting the strangeness of the events speak for itself.

Bodies of Water as Boundaries and Tests

Rivers and lakes recur as thresholds that characters must cross, often at great risk. In “The Swim at Indian Head,” a girl swims two miles across the Potomac to save her captive lover, her endurance rewarded with his freedom and marriage. The river is both a physical barrier and a proving ground for loyalty. “The Barge of Defeat” and “Lake of the Dismal Swamp” present water as a site of loss: a phantom barge carries the dead, and a lake is haunted by a woman who drowned searching for her lover. Skinner describes these waters with precise geography—Indian Head, the Potomac, the Dismal Swamp—anchoring the supernatural in real Southern places. The act of crossing water often precipitates a ghostly encounter, as in “The Moaning Sisters,” where a ferryman’s ghost rows a murderer to his doom. Water, in these tales, does not merely separate; it judges.

Violence and Its Unseen Return

Several stories hinge on a murder that later manifests as a ghostly repetition. In “A Ghostly Avenger,” a lieutenant is led by his brother’s ghost to a swamp where the brother’s body lies, murdered for the payroll he carried. The ghost does not speak of revenge; it simply beckons, and the living follows. “The Wraith Ringer of Atlanta” and “The Silence Broken” similarly present revenants who return to the scene of their death, often to expose the crime. Skinner’s ghosts are not ethereal; they touch, beckon, and even row boats. The murderer in “The Moaning Sisters” is forced into a skiff by his victim’s ghost, and later, in a frenzy, kills his own brother by mistake. These tales suggest that violence creates a debt that must be paid, often through a grim irony that the living cannot escape.

The Landscape as Witness and Accomplice

Skinner roots his legends in specific Southern locales—the Hiawassee River, the French Broad, Toccoa Falls, the Ocmulgee—and the landscape often participates in the drama. In “The Hunter of Calawassee,” a hunter’s ghost haunts the mountain where he died. “Natural Bridge” and “The Sacred Fire of Natchez” tie supernatural events to geological features, as if the land itself remembers. The setting is never merely decorative: a swamp conceals a body, a river carries a swimmer, a mountain echoes a cry. Skinner’s descriptions are economical but vivid: “the racket of great guns and splintering of targets” at Indian Head, “the deserted village of Chilicte,” “a hollow where the wolves would be likely to find and mangle” a corpse. The land is both witness to and container of the past, and the stories suggest that it will not forget.

Moral Reckoning Through Repetition

Many tales follow a pattern: a crime is committed, the criminal believes he has escaped, but the past returns in a form he cannot deny. In “The Moaning Sisters,” the murderer revisits the Ocmulgee years later and is ferried by his victim’s ghost; the ferryman is later reported drowned, yet the crossing occurred. In “A Ghostly Avenger,” the ghost leads the living brother to the body, and the murderer is hanged. Skinner does not moralize explicitly; he lets the events unfold with a grim logic. The repetition—the same river, the same gesture, the same words—creates a sense of inescapable fate. The stories rarely end with the ghost’s departure; instead, they conclude with the living confronting the consequences, whether through execution, madness, or a haunted life. This structure gives the collection a cumulative weight, as each tale reinforces the idea that the South’s legends are not just stories but warnings etched into the land.

Skinner’s volume is best read as a series of linked episodes rather than a continuous narrative. Pay attention to the recurring motifs—water crossings, ghostly guides, and the moment when a character realizes the supernatural is real. The tales reward a reader who notices how the same structure (crime, return, reckoning) plays out in different settings. Because the excerpts are incomplete, the full arc of some stories remains unknown, but the patterns are clear enough to suggest that Skinner was assembling a moral geography of the South, where every river and mountain holds a story of debt and return.

There’s something about Skinner’s Southern tales—that single desperate swim or ride spiraling into hauntings—that lingers. I first read them in scattered volumes, and the incompleteness felt fitting, like half-remembered stories. Having the whole collection together in Myths and Legends of Our Own Land — Complete — Text and Context feels less like finishing a task and more like reuniting with old friends I’d nearly forgotten.

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    Lindsay Karen Smith - 3 weeks ago
    This book presents a fascinating collection of Southern legends, covering everything from ghost stories to historical myths. The writing is decent, and the stories are interesting, but the organization could be improved, as it jumps between themes without clear structure. Still, it's a good read for those curious about the American South's cultural lore.

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    Deborah Hughes - 3 weeks ago
    Although the topic is intriguing, this volume feels dated in its presentation and lacks depth. The stories are told in a rather sensationalist and sometimes patronizing manner, particularly regarding the African American and Native American traditions. The author's voice is preachy and moralizing, which detracts from the storytelling. A more balanced and modern approach would have made this a better read.

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    Michael Haynes - 2 weeks ago
    A captivating volume in this series focusing on the Southern United States. The collection of myths and legends from the South is both entertaining and educational, offering insights into the region's diverse heritage, from Native American tales to African American folklore. The narratives are well-written and engaging, with vivid descriptions that transport you to the bayous and plantations. A wonderful addition to any lover of American folklore.


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