The outcome of the story was, he stayed down in the woods a little bit too long. When he walked up the woods path to the main road going from Kings Cove to Open Hall, he stopped. The road had a bit of a straight stretch to it.

He put down his axe to fill his pipe. He filled his pipe, and when he went to put his hand in his pocket to get a match, he looked. He saw a woman coming.

This is true. The man told me, sitting down in his own kitchen, these exact words. "I said to myself, now, I'll have a bit of company."

It was what we called duckish, dark. He said by the time he got his pipe lit, he figured she would be getting a little handier toward him. But he looked and she was still in the same place. She never moved.

He said, "I put my axe on my back and smoked my pipe and dodged on. When I started to walk, she started to walk, too. I walked up to what we called the cross road. When I got up on the hill at the cross road I looked around. She was stood up and she let out a loud roar. No, it was more like a screech, the screech of a woman."

And that's all he saw of her. She more or less vanished.

He began to realize that it was something unreal. He was a good two miles from home. He told me, "Buddy, it was the quickest time that ever I came out the Open Hall Road."

He always said, from that day until the day he passed away, that it was Sally Barker.

She had on the same kind of a dress she used to wear. The same kind of a rig.

Yes boy, he always claimed that he saw Sally Barker, whether it was her spirit or whether it was her in reality.

The man who told me this was Kenneth Hobbs.