It appears, since the destruction of the Betts homestead, to have taken up its quarters near the highway, and here it appears to people who have generally scoffed and laughed at the former stories.  That it is bullet-proof does not need testimony, located, as it is, in a section of country which has for years been noted for its fearless men—­such as the Duskys, Downs and others of national fame as sharp-shooters, scouts, etc., during the late war.  None of these men have succeeded in “laying” or putting a quietus to it.  There is a story that a couple of men had been murdered or disappeared in this vicinity, and that the ghost is the uneasy spirit of one of these men, but there is no real evidence that anybody was ever killed there.

There is no doubt that Calhoun County has a mystery which neither time, bullets, courage nor philosophy can either drive away or explain.  It has come to stay.  If you meet a Calhouner just mention it, and he will tell you that the “Betts ghost” is a county possession which it will gladly dispose of at any price.

TOM CYPHER’S PHANTOM ENGINE

(Seattle Press-Times, Jan. 10, 1892)

Locomotive engineers are as a class said to be superstitious, but J.M.  Pinckney, an engineer known to almost every Brotherhood man, is an exception to the rule.  He has never been able to believe the different stories told of apparitions suddenly appearing on the track, but he had an experience last Sunday night on the Northern Pacific east-bound overland that made his hair stand on end.

By the courtesy of the engineer, also a Brotherhood man, Mr. Pinckney was riding on the engine.  They were recounting experiences, and the fireman, who was a green hand, was getting very nervous as he listened to the tales of wrecks and disasters, the horrors of which were graphically described by the veteran engineers.

The night was clear and the rays from the headlight flashed along the track, and, although they were interested in spinning yarns, a sharp lookout was kept, for they were rapidly nearing Eagle gorge, in the Cascades, the scene of so many disasters and the place which is said to be the most dangerous on the 2,500 miles of road.  The engineer was relating a story and was just coming to the climax when he suddenly grasped the throttle, and in a moment had “thrown her over,” that is, reversed the engine.  The air brakes were applied and the train brought to a standstill within a few feet of the place where Engineer Cypher met his death two years ago.  By this time the passengers had become curious as to what was the matter, and all sorts of questions were asked the trainmen.  The engineer made an excuse that some of the machinery was loose, and in a few moments the train was speeding on to her destination.

“What made you stop back there?” asked Pinckney.  “I heard your excuse, but I have run too long on the road not to know that your excuse is not the truth.”