A couple of years ago in these pages, I wrote of ghosts -€“ both spectral and historical -€“ we have come across in our old farmstead in what was once the Carolina backcountry in the upper coastal plain near Augusta and Orangeburg. The old homeplace has been sitting there for some two hundred years; it is hardly surprising that a couple of centuries of hard-working folks should leave behind evidence of themselves and their lives, and we are often pleased to discover some artifact of the farm'€™s past buried in the soil or even to be visited by the occasional inexplicable apparition.