La Chasse Gallerie
There are a lot of stories about the damned walking the earth. This story is similar to the old cowboy story that was written into a song during the late 40’s and early 50's.
This story comes from deep in Cajun Country.
Once upon a time, a wife begged for her husband to join her at church on Sunday. The husband wanted to go hunting. It was a good day for it, and most of the other men would be at church. Regrettably, she let him go.
The man went deep into the bayou with his dog. He felt kind of guilty for hunting on the Lord ’s Day, and disturbing the silence with his gun shots. As the day went by, the man heard the sound of hounds howling. Their howls were painful and haunting. A shiver of fear ran through his body. Soon after, the man could hear the sound of footsteps and men. He looked around and saw no one. A paralyzing feeling of unexplainable fear came over him. The man's dog became very quiet and scared. He tried to hide behind an old cypress tree. The man looked up into the branches of the tree. He saw a hunting party staggering across the sky. The dogs were tired, but had to go on. They howled a mournful cry. The men were ragged. They looked like they had not slept for centuries, which was probably so. One of the men glanced in the man's direction. An eerie glow streamed from the man's face. All the man could do was watch the motley crew, until they disappeared over the cypress tree's branches. The man ran home with his dog, as fast as he could. He got home, took off his hunting gear, and went to join his wife at church. He never went hunting on a Sunday again.
Miss Brenda, La Porte, Indiana
