Jerry,

I'm embarrassed to post this here, but figured you might find it interesting. Last summer, a group of "ghost-hunters" came to the old Voinche store in Marksville, looking for the spirits of Confederate soldiers who died there. The second floor of that store was the hospital at the time that Rufus Gleason died, and apparently he had a lot of company on that list, as there is court testimony in a French-American Claims Commission trial from the local coffin maker, who testified that he was in that building a lot because he went there every time a soldier died (the basement was full of cotton, the Yankees stole it, the owner wanted to get paid - it's a long story). At any rate, I provided the names I had of several soldiers from Burnett's Sharpshooters who were supposed to have died there, and Rufus Gleason was one of the spirits called by name that night. Unfortunately, he did not respond. Neither did any of his fellow soldiers, unless they were disguised as mosquitoes, and if that was the case, the whole battalion must have died there.