Located 40 miles north of the point where the Saline flows into the Platte river.
We have not yet been able to discover a more exact location for this legend in the state of Nebraska…
There was once a pillar of salt that stood at this location on the Nebraska plain. The following is the story of the salt witch, as derived from our resources:
A Native American tribe was, for a long time, quartered at the junction of the rivers, it’s chief a man of blood and muscle in whom his people gloried. He was so fierce, however, that nobody made a companion or him, except for his wife, who alone could check his fierce rages.
He loved this woman so well, that at her death, he became a recluse, and shut himself within his lodge, reusing to see anybody. This mood endured with him so long that mutterings were heard in the tribe and there was talk of choosing another chief. Some of this talk he must have heard, for one morning, he emerged in war-dress, and without a word to anyone, he walked off across the plain heading westward.
On returning a full month later, he was more talkative and had something unusual to relate. He also prove his prowess by brandishing a belt of fresh scalps before the eyes of his warriors, and he had also brought with him a lump of salt.
He told them that after traveling far over the prairie, he had thrown himself on the earth to sleep, when he was aroused by a wailing sound close by. In the light of a full moon he saw a hideous old woman brandishing a tomahawk over the head of a younger one, who was kneeling, begging for mercy, and trying to shake off the grip from her throat. The sight of the women, forty miles from the village, so surprised the chief that he ran toward them. The younger woman made a desperate effort to free herself, but in vain, as it seemed, for the hag wound her left hand in the her hair, while with the other, she raised the axe and was about to strike.
At that moment, the chief gained a view of the face of the younger woman…it was that of his dead wife. With a snarl of wrath, he leaped upon the hag and buried his own hatchet in her brain, but before he could catch his wife in his arms, the earth had opened and both women disappeared, but a pillar of salt stood where he had seen this thing. For years, the Native Americans maintained that the column was under the custody of the Salt Witch, and when they went to gather salt there, they would beat the ground with clubs believing that each blow fell upon her person, and kept her from working other evil.
The exact location of the Salt Witch is only a vague description and this location does not seem to be a report of paranormal activity, but rather seems to fall under the category of being a legend.
Because this legend relates to Native American history, we have noted it in this database because, if the exact location believed to be inhabited by the Salt Witch could be found, it represents a potential hotspot for paranormal activity, because ritualistic behaviors were repetitively performed at that location.
Unknown NE Nebraska United States