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Iowa

Bentonsville


Mason House Inn

The Mason House Inn was built in 1846, originally called the Ashland House, and was owned by William Robinson. Nestled on the banks of the beautiful Des Moines River, to serve as a hotel to serve the steamboat travelers going from St. Louis to Fort Des Moines and Fort Dodge on the Des Moines River. Built by Mormon craftsmen from Nauvoo, Illinois, who stayed in Bentonsport for several years, working and gathering supplies before making their trek westward to Salt Lake City, Utah.

In 1857, Lewis and Nancy Mason purchased the Ashland House. The Mason family brought many antique furnishings from New York in 1857, and today more than half of the original appointments remain They changed the name to the Phoenix Hotel, but the townspeople called the place the "Mason House", and the name stayed. It was Nancy who started the tradition of "a cookie jar in every room".

The Mason House was used as a "holding hospital" for the wounded soldiers waiting for the train or boats to take them to the Keokuk hospital during the Civil War, It was also a station on the Underground Railway where the family hid slaves as they fled to freedom in the North at great risk to their own lives.

The son told of his experience, “I was sent out to the barn with a basket of bread and meat and told to take it up to the hay loft. I did so and as I put the basket on the floor near the stairs, I saw two or more black curly heads stick out from the hay, and you can imagine my fright and that it did not take long to get back to the house. Smart enough to know better, and saving the poor fellows from being sent back to slavery, I told no.

I learned afterwards that my father's house and barn was the first station on the Underground Railway, being about ten miles from the Missouri line. In the dark of night, the Negroes came, knowing where to go to eat and sleep. Then they directed them on to a Quaker settlement at Salem as near as I now remember. My father was a great lover of law, and yet I wonder when I think of it, he helped escaping slaves, and in that way openly violated the law. He got into some trouble with his church but they did not expel or indict him although they threatened him with both
The picture on the left shows the barn used in the Underground Railroad along with the house, taken in 1887. The barn was torn down and no longer standing.

One of the upstairs bedrooms was the scene of a murder, another explanation for one of the many ghosts who call the old house, home. The Mason House stayed in the Mason Family for 99 years, and then the family sold it to Herbert and Burretta Redhead in 1956. They ran it as a Bed and Breakfast and a museum for thirty-three years. They bought the old Bonaparte train station and brought it over to the lot next to the Inn and ran it as a General Store.

In 1989, Bill and Sheral McDermet bought the Inn and did extensive refurbishing. This included remodeling the train station and connecting it to the Mason House, providing for ground level accommodations.

A guest told the owner that as she sat in a rocking chair reading her book and her husband was in the shower, the room suddenly got very cold and a column of fog formed about four feet in front of her. Then it suddenly disappeared. It was not scary, just weird. I wanted you to know the place is haunted."

A boy about 12 or 13 years old, dressed in knickers hangs out on the second floor landing. He is waiting for something or someone. He likes to play tricks on the guests. He sees us and waves at guests and then looks confused and sad when they do not wave back. The staff call him George. George likes to knock on doors, and when people open the door, there is no one there. He likes to take things and put them in other rooms. He likes to pull the pins on the old alarm clocks and make them ring. Maybe he was the one tugging the man's sleeve in Room 5.

An old lady on the third floor, south bedroom, who likes to look through our boxes, stored in that room. The owners’ daughter has her bedroom in the north bedroom on the third floor and she says she has seen an old lady in a long white nightgown standing in the doorway to that room. She was visible for a second and then she vanished.

People staying in Room 5, which is directly below that room, hear thumping up there like something was dropped on the floor. Another guest complained of being kept awake all night by a squeaking rocking chair up there. There is no rocking chair in that room. It is just a storage room.

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