The Ghost Whistle by Eugene K. Jones — Read

Uncle Bob Holman, habitat the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, feared neither God nor the devil. His profession was moonshining, his chief recreation taking potshots at his feudal enemies, and his age seventy- two. He also had a hobby--David, his only son.

Now David, having been educated in the district school, followed his own inclinations instead of his father's lawless footsteps and became an engineer on the Richmond, Fredericksburg, and Western Railroad, which passed close to Uncle Bob's cabin in the Blue Ridge. When, after some years of faithful service, the young man was assigned to drive the Limited, Uncle Bob merely grunted; but deep down in his wicked old heart he was tickled to death.