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For sixteen years we’ve owned the Droop Mountain property on the east side of 219 that sits right above the park. You may have noticed the place. There’s an old white farm house on the property, an old hay barn, and some unpainted outbuildings. About eight years ago we constructed a new house on the property, and added to it this summer and fall.

The property was the location of a field hospital for the battle of Droop Mountain. The most serious casualties were taken there, and it appears most didn’t survive. Major Bailey, the hero of the confederate side, attempted to organize resistence to the federal onslaught and was shot. He was taken to the house at Droop, where he died. There’s a monument to Major Bailey at the park off one of the hiking trails a stone’s throw from 219. Terry Lowry talks about the Droop field hospital quite a bit in “Last Sleep.” There’s a picture of our old farm house in the book. The house that was then on the property was referred to by the soldiers as “the mountain house.” You can find it in the index to “Last Sleep” under the entry “mountain house.” I encountered Mr. Lowry at one of the Droop re-enactments a few years back and asked him if he was clear that Bailey died at the property. He confirmed that Bailey died there, as well as “a lot of other guys.”

It appears that the old farm house that is presently on the property is not the same house that was there at the time of the battle. However, it appears that when the present house was built lumber was salvaged from the previous house that was used as the hospital and incorporated into the construction. For instance, the floor to the present second story was apparently salvaged from the floor of the house that was there when the battle occurred. So the flooring on the second floor of the present house was very likely the same floor on which the casualties were placed. I also believe that the present house was built on the same location as the previous house because of a sort of spring house that is under the house and because there is no other spot on the property that shows any signs of former construction.

The prior owner, a woman now well into her eighties, comes from an old Droop family. I asked her about what she had learned about the battle, and among other things, she told me that she had been told that bodies were stacked on the porch awaiting burial. She has claimed that the house is haunted. At least one of her stories made it into “Last Sleep.”

We stayed in the old house most weekends and for vacation periods for about nine years. I always felt quite comfortable there. I always joked that if there are ghosts they must like us. There was only one incident.

When my daughter was about four, she brought a doll to the house for the weekend. The doll was not actually hers. It belonged to a playmate and she had somehow ended up with it. Like many present-day toys it talked. Actually it chanted. If you held both of the doll’s hands it repeatedly recited the old nursery rhyme “Ring around the roses.” You remember how it went: “Ring around the rosie, pockets full of posies, ashes, ashes, all fall down.” The doll would only sing if you held both of its hands, I guess because the rhyme is generally chanted by a circle of children.

I don’t know if you’ve heard what is reputed to be the rather macabre origin of the rhyme. As the story goes, it comes from the black plague. Millions died from various sieges of the plague. Sometimes bodies would pile up and they were burned. They rhyme was chanted by people who circled the burning bodies. Flowers (pockets full of posies) were thought to ward off the plague. The reference to ashes is evident. Of course nobody then knew what caused the plague. What is now a nursery rhyme originated an incantation to fend off the evil.

Anyway, he night my daughter had brought the doll to the house at Droop fell on Friday the thirteenth. That night I was aroused from sleep by a voice. I couldn’t hear what the voice was saying but I could hear it. I left our bedroom and went into the kitchen/dining room where a sliding glass door leads to the back porch. As I moved into the room the voice got louder. I looked out the glass door and there, sitting on a piece of porch furniture on the porch where all those bodies were stacked after the battle, was the doll singing the nursery rhyme. Nobody that I saw was holding either of the doll’s hands.

I slid open the door and picked up the doll and shook it, trying to get it to shut up. It wouldn’t. I got out a kitchen knife and unscrewed the battery compartment on the doll. My wife, who was awakened by the voice and my reaction to it, came in the kitchen while I was using the knife to unscrew the battery. When I took out the batteries the chant stopped.

Even then, I knew about the origin of the nursery rhyme. I’ve always been a complete rationalist. I’m not a believer in the paranormal, or spiritualism, or UFOs, or any such thing. But nevertheless, I’ve got to admit I was a little shaken that night. I wanted rid of that doll. I understand that probably when the dew fell the dolls inner workings were somehow shorted out. t was all coincidence. I don’t think any ghost did it. But if one did, it had a great sense of humor.