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Luke Thomas
Luke Thomas

Chronicles Of The Ghostly Tribe

In 1956, at the height of the civil rights era, the Mississippi State Sovereignty Commission was created to counter the movement for racial integration. Bowers, a career journalist, chronicles 10 years of the commission's propaganda campaigns, bribery, and its collection of files on 87,000 citizens and organizations including freedom riders and protest marchers. In addition to the commission's archives (opened in 1998), the author draws on interviews with protesters, the personal papers of state's elected leaders, and articles from the period. The book's accessible language, short chapters, and eye-friendly layout will appeal to all ages of general readers and students in high school and up. B&w historical photos show material from files and propaganda billboards. An appendix of document facsimiles is also included. Annotation 2010 Book News, Inc. , Portland, OR (booknews. com)

Chronicles of the Ghostly Tribe

The classic ghost story by Susan Hill: a chilling tale about a menacing spectre haunting a small English town. Arthur Kipps is an up-and-coming London solicitor who is sent to Crythin Gifford--a faraway town in the windswept salt marshes beyond Nine Lives Causeway--to attend the funeral and settle the affairs of a client, Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House. Mrs. Drablow's house stands at the end of the causeway, wreathed in fog and mystery, but Kipps is unaware of the tragic secrets that lie hidden behind its sheltered windows. The routine business trip he anticipated quickly takes a horrifying turn when he finds himself haunted by a series of mysterious sounds and images--a rocking chair in a deserted nursery, the eerie sound of a pony and trap, a child's scream in the fog, and, most terrifying of all, a ghostly woman dressed all in black. Psychologically terrifying and deliciously eerie, The Woman in Black is a remarkable thriller of the first rate.

There are crises in human affairs, when whosoever would save his life, shall lose it. Some awful moment to which heaven has joined great issues, for good or for evil, when the cunning expediency of the fox is a poor substitute for the courage of the "Lion of the tribe of Juda, beleaguered by the hounds of hell."

On Sunday morning at the ghostly hour of one a party of ten or twelve young men, mounted on horses and wearing the habiliaments of the mysterious K.K. Klan, were attacked in front of the Episcopal church by a regularly armed and organized band of negroes, numbering about forty. The fight was lively for probably a quarter of an hour, when the K.K.K.'s, overcome by numbers, abandoned the field to the darkies, who raised a wild shout of victory and examined the ground to pick up the killed and wounded. To their utter surprise nobody was hurt, notwithstanding a score of well-aimed muskets and pistols were shot at the ghostly disturbers of their peace. One of the K's was cut off from his confreres, but by superior horsemanship and cool courage he managed to get off untouched--clearly proving that he was ball-proof. 041b061a72




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