(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 Girardeau 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.