"Dropping our baggage [at the Pamlico Inn] and inquiring as to the supper hour, we tramped off toward the village. It has no streets, merely narrow roads of sand, so deep that walking in it is like walking a treadmill. The automobile has invaded Ocracoke and the horses have been turned loose to roam the sand dunes with the cattle. With a population of 500 there are 30 autos. The houses are mostly small, some one story and some two; some are evidently old and others have somewhat modern lines; some are well kept up and some are not. There is a salt water lake in the middle of the town and most of the boats are kept there. At the entrance to this lake is located the Coast Guard Station, which, with the lightkeeper’s house, has the only real grass lawn of the village. The Commanding Officer showed us through the station and explained the uses of his equipment, the several boats, the practice mast, and so on. In each of these stations a man in the tower constantly scans the horizon with a telescope."
|The Pamlico Inn|
This month's Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of Mrs. Godfrey's ghost who haunts the Island Inn/Odd Fellows Lodge. The story is taken from Chapter Three of my book, Digging up Uncle Evans. You can read the account here: https://www.villagecraAftsmen.com/mrs-godfreys-ghost/.