It’s late at night and as we sit on the bank of Dorcheat Bayou near the bridge on La. Hwy. 162 west of Sibley, we spy a light downstream. Is it a fisherman trying his luck or the ghost of a hobo who fell into the bayou and drowned when he tried to jump aboard a moving train in the early 1920s?

Legend says the penniless vagabond still searches for the small cloth satchel containing his meager belongings which went into the dark waters with him.

Again, the night is very dark as the car moves slowly along Bayou Avenue. Some



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