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     SPOOKS AND HAUNTS 
     
     While leafing through a collection of yellowing newspaper clippings, 
     
     I came across a story dealing with ‘the Ghost of Kellow's Brook, or 
     
     Kellow's Hollow as it was also known. Here, on a night in the long ago, a 
     
     rider wastthrown from his horse and killed; from that time onward, strange 
     
     and weird sights were reported by persons passing’ that way. at night. 
     
    

    
     To one born and reared within a few miles of the place, the story 
     
     brought back memories of events long forgotten. If my recollection is not 
     
     greatly at fault, the old Kellow house stood in the shadow of some ancient 
     
     white birches which lent the area a ratner somber appearance, even by 
     
     Gaylight. After nightfall, it held little attraction for loiterers. 
     
    

    
     Kellow's Brook was by mo means the only eerie spot in that region. AS a 
     
     matter of fact, the old Tryon Road, from Cornwall to Bonshaw, had more than 
     
     its fair share of haunts and ghostly sightings. The racial origins of most 
     
     of the dwellers along the way -=- Scottish und Irish -- may have been 
     
     accountable for much of this. In any event, the stories that were told, 
     
     when neighbors got together on frosty winter nights, before slowing kitchen 
     
     fires, were at times definitely chilling. It was said that quite frequent) 
     
     even the story-tellers were reluctant to brave the psrils of the homeward 
     
     road. Youngs ters listened, spellbound, to the grown-ups but, when orders 
     
     for bed were issued, they would rush pell-mell upstairs to huddle beneath 
     
     the quilts in mortal terror at any unusual sound. 
     
    

    
     Something invisible to their drivers! eyes used to frighten horses on 
     
     the road in front of the William Leonard property. Further down the road, 
     
     the stooped figure of a man was said to skulk about the driveway of Williain 
     
     Murphy's pluce. 
     
    

    
     Clyde River bridge was reputed to harbor a "forerunner," -- a haunt 
     
    
   
   
    
     that took the form of a dim wavering light, often seen before some