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The Ghosts of the Old Pioneer Cemetery

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1980
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
ID 324024
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6ff3qhk

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Title The Ghosts of the Old Pioneer Cemetery
Description THE GHOSTS OF THE OLE PIONEEfl CEMETERY John K. Olsen Ephraim, Utah Senior Citizen Division Second Place Short Story At the turn of the century there was a very common superstition that all graveyards were inhabited by ghosts who slept by day but were very active come nighttime. Those ghosts were of special interest to the young folks of Ephraim with whom I associated. This fear of ghosts was kept alive by many parents as a means of controlling their offspring. Their threat of "If you don't do as I say, I'll give you to the ghosts", brought immediate compliance ir. almost every case. I lived on our farm north and west of the city. On my way to or from town I had to pass the oil Pioneer Cemetery, but that fact did not trouble me. I accepted it. I was mature enough to know that most events have a reason for happening, and also I knew that most ghosts were most prevalent at Halloween time. As this holiday approached I heard more and more real or fanciful stories regarding ghosts. It seemed to me that the other kids "began to become inter" ested in me and the fact that I passed the cemetery so often. One night, just west of the cemetery, I brought my horse to a stop by yelling, "Whoa, whoa!" several times before I reached down to undo the wire that held our farm gate closed. My horse did not seen to understand because he kept shifting our position, and perhaps 1 even said several other words. Suddenly I was startled to hear voices coming from the cemetery. I am frank to admit that these voices scared me and I huiried for home. I decided that the safest thing to do was to not tell anyone about my fright, but to stay home nights. A short tiae thereafter Jia, my brother, came to me and proposed that we go to town that night. Thinking there would be safety in numbers, I decided it would be safe to go with him. At the gate those voices from the graveyard were again heard. To my surprise Jim said, "Those ghosts scare hell out of me when I aa alone, but for some strange reason I would like to see a ghost tonight." So he, too, had heard the ghosts. Jim's presence buoyed me up and made me feel just like he felt. "I, too, would like to see a ghost tonight," I answered. Right then and there we agreed to investigate. At first we whispered as we communicated with each other. The ghost voices whispered back. We talked more loudly and again the ghosts answered. How we knew the secret, for the voices we had been hearing proved to be the echoes Of our own voices coming from one place in that old cemetery. -72-
Format application/pdf
Identifier 086_The Ghosts of the Old Pioneer Cemetery.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 12
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 324009
Reference URL https://collections.lib.utah.edu/ark:/87278/s6ff3qhk/324009