Sunday, June 9, 2019

The Phantom of Lonesome Swamp!

As I've been mentioning all this month, our new Classic Monsters of Pre-Code Horror Comics collection, SWAMP MONSTERS, is finally surfacing in just a few days, and aside from all of the great tales we have included from: Basil Wolverton, Jack Katz, Lin Streeter, Harry Harrison, Ken Landau and lots more-- you're also going to love Stephen Bissette's incredible introduction! And today's full story preview is one that is indeed included in the collection, and is one of three Lou Cameron swamp creatures to be featured! I posted this one here way back in 2010 as well, so long-time THOIA followers consider this an encore presentation! And be sure to pick-up / order SWAMP MONSTERS --COMING JUNE 12th everywhere that great books are sold! More info *HERE!


Mestiere said...

"We'll bury the money, Sgt. I'll keep watch---you go get help!" That sounds like a trick, right? It makes no sense to bury the treasure and then stay. The Yankees would end up capturing somebody who knows where the treasure is! I kept waiting for some reveal where the captain would turn out to have stolen the money a long time before but I was being more clever than the story.

The Battle of Shiloh (spelled "Shiloe" here) was in 1862. That means Reb was kept a prisoner of war for three years and still went to the location of the treasure after the war expecting to find Cap'n Walter still alive and the money still useful. Amazing that Reb lived to be over a hundred. He then moves right next to the treasure and even keeps a map of its location. Who was the map for? What is the point of living past a hundred next to money that doesn't get spent? And if Reb didn't want the treasure to be found, why live right next to it with a map?

The ghosts killed the Rickey brothers in the order of their looks. First dumpy Shorty, then Raymond and last shirtless Wallace.

"Shux, son, this here's Confederate money! It ain't worth the paper it's printed on! It's been worthless for 85 years!"

I waited to the very end for somebody to say that. There was no reason for Reb Fishel not to tell the Rickey brothers where the "treasure" was. Or for the ghosts to defend it so fiercely. Even if it was valuable the soldiers who were going to get that payroll were all dead. And how come the ghosts stopped defending the treasure after the chest was opened? Is it because that's when they realized it was Confederate money? Lesson: the supernatural can be really stupid.

I like giant ghosts.

Brian Barnes said...

Old Reb is really underestimating what it'll take to make "the south fights again!"

Lots of great art in this one, though the paneling is a bit too tight in places, this could have used an extra page and expanded paneling.

The splash is awesome, page 5/panel 6 is even better.

I like the class of horror stories where a character finally figures out the trick (the ghost can't hurt him, only scaring him into killing himself) only to be done in by a technicality (Reb the Mud Zombie, who is physical.)

I wonder how many stories -- horror or otherwise -- are tied around old confederate money? I remember a bunch of them off hand, and a number of detective mysteries.

Guy Callaway said...

That splash is for the ages!

Mr. Cavin said...

I love page five. I like how the sky and the land and the water and the skeleton are all the very same shade of yellow. Obviously, the process on that surprise ghost panel is totally amazing--it looks for all the world like a charcoal gravestone rubbing. I don't know if the association was intended, but it really recalls field trips to the old downtown historical museum when I was a kid. It has a pretty little walled graveyard in the back, with thin old headstones tilted over by the roots of an ancient holly tree. We'd make rubbings on butcher's paper, scraping our numbed fingers on the rough stone because we had to take off our mittens in the cold to peel the crayons.

In the gift shop I remember buying packs of assorted confederate money for a buck or so. I have always loved the look and design of money. This stuff was often printed in red of greenish ink on vellum, which is why it lasted I guess. I ended up with a bunch of it because the school took us to that damn museum every year like clockwork. Somehow, even though it's been less than forty years, I still lost track of that treasure somewhere. I guess I should have made a map, huh?

Grant said...

The idea of a treasure that turns out to be Confederate money shows up in a few comedies too. Coincidentally, I saw that joke just yesterday in a ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE episode!