Not just ghosts are wandering about in Gettysburg. Take this chap, for instance. I met him on the road yesterday. He was casually walking by, from the scrape on his neck, he must have had a run in with some briars or thistle thorns or worse……..
We made our acquaintances and I watched him safely crawl into a tall, overgrown grassy patch, out of the roadway…….
I wish him well, who knows how many springs he has seen in the rolling hills of this hallowed land…………Mr. Turtle, what stories might you tell of the dark, foggy nights among the marshlands…….