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A seamstress, newly moved to Georgia settlement following the Civil War, began to hear weird noises, one day she found herself awakened at the stroke of twelve each night by the rumble of heavy wheels passing in the street. But she lived on a dead end street, and had no explanation for the noise. Her husband would not allow her to look out the window when she heard the sounds, telling her to leave well enough alone. Finally, she asked the woman who washed at the tub next to hers. The woman said: “What you are hearing is the Army of the Dead. They are Confederate soldiers who died in hospital without knowing that the war was over. Each night, they rise from their graves and go to reinforce Lee in Virginia to strengthen the weakened Southern forces.”

The next night, the laundress slipped out of bed to watch the Army of the Dead pass. She stood there waiting for the Army of the dead, by midnight she nearly gave up hope. Before she could leave she stated to notice a thick fog. She stood spellbound by the window as a gray fog rolled passed. Within the fog, she could see the shapes of horses, and could hear gruff human voices and the rumble of canons being dragged through the street, followed by the sound of marching feet. Foot soldiers, horsemen, ambulances, wagons and canons passed before her eyes, all shrouded in gray. She began to fear that the army of the dead would mistake her for a Union solider but a last that did not happen.

After what seemed like hours, she heard a far off bugle blast, and then silence. The seamstress ran back to her house to tell what she saw to her husband. Her husband did not believe her so he decided to wait and see the army for himself. He waited until midnight to see the army by midnight he began to grow weary of waiting. He began the walk home he noticed that there was a fog forming. He began to hear noise and the sound of feet. When he saw the army of the dead he was so afraid that his heart gave out. The seamstress wait for him to return home but after a day’s wait see began to grow worried. The seamstress began to search for her husband but she could not find hid or hair of him.

The seamstress took a small break after hours of endless searching but before she knew it she had fell asleep. When she awoke she saw a familiar fog and soon enough cam the army but there was something different they seemed to be caring something. The seamstress tried to get a better look and when she had saw what they were caring she went into a daze. When the seamstress came out of her daze, she found one of her arms was paralyzed. No mater what she tried she could not move them. She was never able to work again.


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