when her father-in-law, Bob, was informed he said “It must have been the burning ship”. There can be no possible explanation for this sighting since a ship could not possibly have sailed up there in those ice conditions.

One night a fisherman from Little Pond was returning home from the Cape alone on a dark night. He decided to take a short cut across Sandy’s Road when he met a woman walking silently. She didn’t speak or anything. He ran for his home where he told his story of meeting a ghost on Sandy‘s Road. He said she had a terrible smell of the grave on her. When the story got around the community it created a great deal of amusement for two house wives who had been visiting each other that night. One had “walked a piece” with the first and on her return spotted the fisherman running as if to save his life. The ”ghost” the fisherman had met was the first lady on her way home. The smell of the grave was ex- plained by the fact that she had been working in the barn before her walk.

Many yarns were spun and some of the ones that remained in the memories of those people we interviewed and caused us much enjoyment are quoted here.

A local barber in Little Pond, Ed Jeffery, used to read articles from the news-

‘ paper to some of his patrons who couldn’t read. One day he “read” the following

account to another Little Pond resident: “A large three-masted schooner has gone aground at Baldwins Road. All hands lost.” Excitedly the man rushed out to Annandale Wharf to inform them of the bad news. Since Baldwins Road is one of the most inland centres on P.E.l., knowing glances were exchanged and gales of laughter met his tale of woe. The embarrassed man became infuriated and threatened bodily harm to the knowledgable barber.

A man from Poplar Point could probably be described as the best ”Teller of Tall Tales” of all time — William “Crowbean” MacDonald. One day while waiting at the Chapel Wharf for the Poplar Point ferry, he happened to be wearing his new coat which was quite heavy. The sun came out and the heat forced him to remove the coat and lay it on the beach. Since the ferryman was slow in coming he lay down on top of his coat and fell asleep. Meanwhile the tide came in and when the gentleman woke up he found himself safely on the other side of the River. He was still on top of his coat and quite dry.

Mr. MacDonald also had a fast horse. One day on returning home from Souris, he was driving his fast horse and had his little dog running behind. Sud- denly he looked over his shoulder and observed a black storm cloud right behind him. He gave the horse the reins and arrived home warm and dry ahead of the rainstorm. Meanwhile, the little dog was forced to swim every inch of the way

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