Yes, your first story. My Grandmother Pearl Thornton Bowen told me of something she called "Catty-Mounts" (unsure of spelling) when she was a small child growing up in Appling County. They sounded like a child screaming. I believe they are also called Florida Panthers. I was small when she told me the stories and I don't remember details, but I do remember how scary they were. Pat Gallahorn ----- Original Message ----- From: "shadri" <shadri@perry.gulfnet.com> To: <GAWARE-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, March 10, 2002 2:24 PM Subject: [GAWARE] TWO OLD TALES From Christopher from the GAWARE Archives > To Search the GAWARE Archives: > http://lists.rootsweb.com/index/usa/GA/ware.html > > ========================================== > Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 16:52:41 EST > From: <Wayxga@aol.com> > Subject: [GAWARE] An Old Tale > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit > > Growing up in the Village of Manor in Ware County, I was told this tale as a > young boy. > A man who lived on a farm out in the country on what is known as the Corbitt > Road had done business in Waycross and had hitched a ride from there back to > this road. It was nighttime and dark, and he began walking on this white > sand > road through the woods to his home. He had not gone far when he heard > something scream, and it sounded like a woman. Suddenly, he was aware that > some kind of large animal was behind him. He began to run and the animal > followed. He knew he could not out run it, and he decided that he would take > off articles of clothing and throw them down on the road as he ran. He hoped > the animal would stop to sniff them, giving him a short distance between him > and whatever it was. > One by one he removed his clothes, and each time he would run further toward > his home. This idea worked for he reached his front porch and beat on the > locked front door, yelling for his wife to let him in. She was horrified to > see him standing there completely nude. > The next morning he retraced his steps and discovered each item of clothing > along the road had been ripped to shreds. And around each of the torn > clothes > were huge catlike paw prints. > This road is between Manor and Glenmore off Route 84. I always think of this > story when I pass Corbitt Road. I don't remember who told me, possibly my > Grandmother Sarah Ella White Boyd, but I do recall how scary I felt as a > young lad when I first heard it. This is part of my heritage. > Have any of you Listers ever heard this story or one similar to it before? > Christopher > ============================================== > Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 10:12:56 EST > From: <Wayxga@aol.com> > Subject: [GAWARE] Another Old Tale > > > This is another tale I heard as a young boy growing up in the village of > Manor in Ware County, Georgia. > There was a young man and woman who lived with their small son in a cabin on > the edge of the swamp. One evening after supper the boy began to cry. > Nothing > the mother or father tried would cause the boy to stop. He cried incessantly > in the cabin as the darkness and the quiet fell upon the family there alone > in the woods. Finally, out of desperation, the mother threatened to take him > outside and leave him on the front porch if he didn't stop his caterwauling. > This only made him cry even more convulsively. > Keeping her threat to their son, she opened the door and took the crying > child by the hand and led him out to the porch. She told him to sit there in > a chair until he stopped the racket. She went back inside the cabin, closing > the door on the crying boy. She and her husband listened as he continued the > noise out in the dark on the porch. Finally, his constant crying began to > taper off and then there was complete silence. > The mother went to the door and opened it; the chair where she had left her > son was empty. He was not on the porch. She called to her husband, and they > searched the front yard and the side yards and the back yard, all the time > calling for their son. The next morning they looked everywhere around their > cabin and their property, but their son was nowhere to be found. > Did the boy's crying attract a wild animal in the swamp which took him away, > or did some human being happen to pass by the lonely cabin that evening and > come upon a crying boy sitting in a chair on the front porch, in the dark? > What ever happened to him his parents never discovered. > I was told this was a true story and that it happened on the edge of the > Okefenokee Swamp. What is missing is of course the name of the family and > the > exact location of their cabin. Have any of you ever heard this story or a > variation of it? > Christopher > > ______________________________ > > > > > > ==== GAWARE Mailing List ==== > Search the RootsWeb Archives: > http://lists.rootsweb.com/ > > ============================== > To join Ancestry.com and access our 1.2 billion online genealogy records, go to: > http://www.ancestry.com/rd/redir.asp?targetid=571&sourceid=1237 > >