One one occasion, a resident of Little Pond decided to strike fear into the hearts of some of his neighbors. He disguised himself in a large white hat and dress, covered his horse with white sheets and proceeded over the Red House Road where he hoped to encounter a friend who was returning from Souris late at night. He did succeed in terrifying his friend who drove hastily home in a state of terror. This “Ghost” met a sad end however. Several nights later on one of his nightly escapades, his horse became startled and ran over a woodpile and upset the wagon, ghost and all. The following morning two local boys dis- covered the offending sheets complete with the holes cut for the horse’s eyes. Needless to say the “white lady” was never sighted again on the Red House Road.

In 1895, two Dundas locals who lived up beyond the “Big Church” left Martin’s Half Way House after a jolly evening. As many young men do when under the influence of alcohol, they began to argue about their abilities and endurance. Finally, they decided to bet on who could run the fastest. As they approached the graveyard at midnight, they decided the race should begin there. At this moment, another local man returning home met up with the two “ghosts” coming out of the churchyard. Horrified at the sight of the two ghosts he ran to David MacKenzie’s house, where he recounted the tale to Mr. MacKenzie and assured him that the last he saw of the “twin ghosts” they were going so fast that they sailed up into the air above Sandy Martin’s Hotel.

Norman Matheson, Forest Hill, recalls his two young sisters going down to MacLaren’s store. One evening just about dusk, they saw a lady dressed in white emerge from the schoolhouse as they got closer, she disappeared down beside a culvert.

Another unexplained event concerned a group of Little Pond men who were returning from a card play at Big Run. One fellow who was congratulating his friend on his luck with the cards said “You know, Danny, you could play cards with the Devil”. Suddenly eerie footsteps sounded behind them and the group of men ran just as if the Devil was behind them, believing all the time that He was.

Forerunners were another unexplained phenomena. A resident of Little Pond told us of one such event. His brother was going down to Cape Spry from the Pond Road. He decided to take a shortcut across by John Alex Steele’s fields. While passing through the barnyard about midnight, he heard the sounds of hammering and sawing in one of the outbuildings. He investigated and could find no one about. However, two days later a young girl in the community died suddenly and her coffin was built in Mr. Steele’s building where the young man had heard the hammering two days earlier.

It is believed the famous “burning ship” may have paid our area a visit. Maybelle MacDonald, Little Pond, shared a strange experience with us. One night in mid-winter of 1947 when the ice was lying thick in the Strait, she and her husband, Stillman, were preparing to retire for the evening. Upon glancing out the window, she saw a ship outlined against the night sky. She called her hus- band’s attention to it and they both watched it for about fifteen minutes before going to bed. She said it appeared like a riding light on the ship. The next morning

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