Warren County is one of the oldest of New York's State's counties. Its history is a lore of ancient Indian life followed by invading European armies that turned on one another in a Revolutionary War. Those struggles were follwed by lumbering, mining and transportation interests, which awakened urban vacationers' interests in the beauty of unspoiled wilderness. Many legends sprang forth from those adventurers, and a good number of those who remained troubled by their Adirondack struggles have been slow to move on. These entities provide colorful and exciting ghost appearances even today. A long-dead maid still works the upstairs of the old Pitcairn mansion. A deceased German immigrant woman still tidies the house she left in the '70s. The former owner of a Warrensburg hotel, who never married his lady co-manager still roams the upstairs with her. They chatted with the author. A 10-year-old girl, destined to be an outstanding American literary figure, still returns to her aunt and uncle's farmhouse to play kid games. A long-ago banker still strolls his mansion, carefully scanning the Civil War casualty lists in what is now a bed and breakfast. A World War I doughboy on liberty occasionally is seen leaving the Lake George railroad station, which hasn't had a train in fifty years. Two prior hotels which burned once stood where the now famous Sagamore Resort is today. Ghosts from all three periods intermingle. A former activist NY State senator still roams his lakeside mansion, miffed that the old lady living there raises violets in his former bedroom. Though burned by the British in 1757 and destroyed, Ft. William Henry hosts an assortment of military and civilian spirits since it was restored. An Irishman, once a prominent Lake George druggist, still drops by for a special St. Patrick's Day party, though his old drug store is now a gift shop and closed in March. Old Joe, former cook at a deer hunters' camp, still creates some odors and lots of noise, though he has been gone thirty years. He never seems to miss a hunting season, however. Former cowboys and waitresses still prowl an old dude ranch north of Lake Luzerne. Another old residence required the priest's exorcism to make the house salable. These are some of the everyday spirits that have remained behind--still working out the undone work of ended lives. The author has identified many of them and, many times, the cause of their hanging on.