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Sarkless Kitty
The Tale of Sarkless Kitty
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The tale of Sarkless Kitty
On Whit Sunday 1809, in the evening, a funeral
was held in Farndale. There was no
coffin and no body. After uttering the familiar words 'ashes to ashes, dust
to dust,' the priest paused meaningfully before adding 'water to water.'
With a profound 'Amen', the assembly murmured its assent.
The water-burial without a
body was to lay to rest the tormented soul of Kitty Garthwaite or Sarkless Kitty as she had become known. Only
when Kitty was granted eternal rest would her spirit cease to plague the ford in
Farndale and claim the lives of men. Eighteen had died so far.
The tale of Sarkless Kitty opens with the courtship of a girl from Gillamoor by Willie Dixon, of neighbouring village of Hutton-le-Hole.
A likeable lad, a good dancer and singer, Willie attracted a succession of
girlfriends. But he spent more time with Kitty than most. As Hutton folk wryly
observed he was often 'off ti Gillimoor
when there warn't no need.'
Kitty was keen to marry
Willie. One September afternoon, she was gathering brambles in Douthwaite Dale,
on the southerly extension of Farndale that separates Gillamoor
from Hutton-le-Hole, when she got a painful spell (a splinter) under her
thumb nail. As she tried to remove it, crying in pain, up came Willie, on his
way home from Kirkbymoorside market. He pulled out the spell, comforted
Kitty, and the chance meeting moved on tenderly from there. As a Victorian
account delicately put it: 'It was quite dark when the lovers reached Gillamoor, but they were both perfectly happy.'
The less-happy outcome was
Kitty's pregnancy which put Willie under an obligation to marry the girl. At first he seemed as pleased as she did. He often rode to see
Kitty, crossing the unbridged river Dove at the ford at Lowna.
Kitty often met him there, where she became a familiar figure, sitting on the
trunk of a sideways-grown alder tree.
But Willie kept putting off
the wedding day. And six or seven months after that 'happy' moment in
Douthwaite Dale, he failed to keep a rendezvous at their trysting tree.
Returning to Gillamoor, Kitty heard rumours that
Willie had been seen that day with the daughter of a wealthy farmer in
Castleton, over the moors. Next time she saw Willie he was evasive about where
he had been.
On 29 May 1787, Whit Sunday, the pair met
by the ford for the fateful last time. A quarrel climaxed with Willie galloping
off, leaving the distraught Kitty by her tree. The next morning her body,
clothed only in her white sark, a kind of shirt or smock, was found in
the pool below the ford. Her other garments were strewn across four fields.
Aware of the trouble between
Kitty and Willie, villagers concluded that the jilted girl had set off back for
Gillamoor but had decided to drown herself.
Distraught, she had cast off her clothes as she ran to the ford, where she
plunged in naked except for her sark.
Kitty's body was laid out in
a barn at Lowna Mill, near the ford. The miller's
wife, Mrs Agar, removed and washed the sark and hung it by the body, which was
carefully covered with clean sacks.
Kitty's burial posed a
problem. With suicide still regarded as an offence against God, the bodies of
those who killed themselves were excluded from holy ground. Moorland custom
decreed Kitty would be buried at a crossroads, with a stake through her heart.
But even that cost money, and Kitty's mother insisted: 'By rights Kitty was
Mrs Dixon, and Willie must see to t' burryin.'
But where was Willie? Absent
since the row, he didn't reappear until Wednesday, three days after Kitty's
death. He said that after the row he had gone on the moor to think things over.
Deciding to make it up with Kitty he had galloped to York to obtain a wedding
licence. He had forgotten the office was closed on Whit Monday. And although he
obtained the licence the next day, his return was delayed by heavy floods.
Since Willie had the licence in his pocket, and floods had indeed disrupted the
district, this explanation was accepted.
Accompanied by Mrs Agar,
Willie went to see Kitty's body. But the body and sark had vanished. Only the
sacks, neatly folded in a corner, remained.
Willie spent the rest of the
day searching for the body. On his horse, he called on Kitty's family and
friends and the vicar of Lastingham, whose parish
included Farndale. At dusk he was seen riding along the old bridleway between
Low Mill and Lowna. But next morning his horse was
found grazing near Lowna Mill. His body lay in the
same pool in which Kitty had been drowned. 'Sarkless
Kitty', as she was henceforth called, had claimed her first man.
A few weeks later two
Hutton-le-Hole children, arrived home breathless, claiming to have seen Kitty
at the ford 'stark nakt'. They said she was
sitting on her usual tree, from which she smiled at them and waved her sark.
Accused of being 'dirty little leears', the
children were smartly packed off to bed.
But in October, the horse of
a well-known occasional traveller across the moors trotted riderless up to the
Royal Oak, Gillamoor. The man's body was soon found
in Kitty's pool.
Over the next few years 16
more men, all but two of them strangers, were drowned in the pool. Locals were
convinced that Kitty's ghost startled the men's horses, which reared up and
threw the riders. Several local men claimed to have seen Kitty's ghost as they
were 'aiming fer to cross' the ford. Always clutching her white sark,
the 'nakt' Kitty was sometimes sitting on her
tree, sometimes running on the bank, and sometimes in the ford itself.
Understanding what this spectre foretold, the local men turned back.
Of the two who died, one was
drunk. But it was the death of the other, Kitty's 18th victim, a popular and
hardworking young farmer, that persuaded people something must be done. Hence
that extraordinary funeral cum exorcism which occurred in 1809. Dressed in full
robes the vicar conducted it with the assistance of two surpliced choristers,
one holding a lighted candle, the other ringing a bell. Kitty's ghost has never
reappeared.
The Wilf Crosland Explanation
In 1947 Wilf Crosland, a
Hutton-le-Hole historian, unveiled a startling explanation of the disappearance
of the body. Recounting the saga in his book Yorkshire Treasure, he said that
among books he had purchased 'quite recently' at a local sale was an old
Bible. Against verse 60 of 28 Matthew was a cross, accompanied at the foot of
the page by a note in faded ink which said: 'X inside back.' Between the paper
lining and the board Crosland found a folded sheet of paper covered in small,
neat handwriting.
Consulting a family tree in
the Bible, Crosland worked out that initials on the paper, H. A. were those of
a Henry Armadale. Born in 1775, he was a son of Joseph and Eliza Armadale, the
Bible's original owners. The family tree also revealed that Henry's elder
sister, Mary, died on 24 May 1787, six days after Kitty. Aged 18 she was buried in the Quaker
burial ground at Lowna.
According to Henry
Armadale's detailed note, Mary's burial took place on the Friday before the Monday
on which Kitty's body was found. The note said that the day after the funeral,
the Armadale family, devout Quakers, sat down after supper for their usual
bedtime Bible reading. Selected at random, the passage happened to be Matthew's
account of how Joseph removed Jesus's body from the cross, and 'wrapped it
in a clean linen cloth and laid it in his own new tomb.'
In bed that night, Joseph
Armadale asked his wife: 'Art thou sleeping Eliza?' She replied: 'Nay.
That poor child under the sacks is on my mind.' Joseph said: 'Dost thou
think Joseph left the bodies of those two thieves hanging?
I think he must have covered them somewhere.' Turning over the phrase 'his
own new tomb,' he asked: 'Dost thou think it is a leading?' - ie is it telling us something?
Convinced it was he sprang up and declared: 'There can be no delay. It must be
done at once.' Agreeing, his now sobbing wife said: ' I must go with thee.'
Loading their mare with a
pick, spade, ropes and a clean linen sheet, the couple made their way to the
barn at Lowna. There, Eliza re-clothed Kitty's corpse
in her sark and wrapped it in the linen sheet. She and Joseph then took it the
short distance to the isolated burial ground where Joseph placed Kitty in their
daughter's own freshly dug grave. Years later, he related all this to Henry,
who wrote it down.
So said Crosland. But a list
of all 114 Quakers buried at Lowna between 1675 and
1854 includes no Armadale. Nor was the marked Bible among the artefacts gifted
by Crosland to found what has become the Ryedale Folk Museum. A Cropton
resident who recently unearthed these facts, and remembers Crosland as an 'imaginative
storyteller', believes he may have invented the dramatic denouement,
perhaps for fun or to present Quakerism, his creed, in an appealing light. But
would a serious historian wish to muddy history or a devout Quaker to present
fiction as fact?
Gordon Home’s Version
An earlier version of the
main story appeared in Gordon Home's Pickering: The Evolution of an English Town (1905).
In this version, Kitty was a
'lewd hussey', mysteriously drowned sometime
after being deserted by her husband of four months.
Then there was the figure of
"Sarkless Kitty"; but this spectre, we are
told, "having been public laid will now be seen never again and has the
very mention of her name be now a thing forbid by all it must soon come to pass
that the memory of this lewd hussey will be entire
forgot and it of a truth be better so."
But this only rouses one's
curiosity, for the spectre must have been surpassingly terrible to require the
suppression of its very name.
It was in August in the year
1807 or 1809 (the manuscript is too much soiled to be sure of the last figure)
that either the Vicar of Lastingham or his
curate-in-charge publicly laid this spirit, which had for many years haunted
the wath or ford crossing the river Dove where it
runs at no great distance from Grouse Hall.
The ceremony was performed
at the request of the whole countryside for there was a widespread outcry over
the last victim. He was a farmer's son who, having spent the evening with his
betrothed, was riding homewards somewhat late, but he never reached his house.
On the next day his cob was found quietly grazing near the dead body of its
master lying near the ford. There were no signs of a struggle having taken
place, there were no wounds or marks upon the body, and his watch and money had
not been touched, so every one
concluded that he had seen Sarkless Kitty.
In the year 1770 the ford
"had come to be of such ill repute that men feared to cross after dark and
women refused to be taken that way," although as far as is known it was
only men who came to harm from seeing Sarkless Kitty.
The apparition was that of an exceedingly lovely girl who appeared "as a
nude figure standing upon the opposite bank to that of the approaching
wayfarer." Her beauty was so remarkable that those who had the ill-luck to
come across the spectre could not refrain from gazing at it, and all who did so
were believed to have died either at the same moment or soon afterwards.
Calvert, however, tells us
that one Roland Burdon, who possessed a "Holy Seal," came face to
face with Sarkless Kitty, but fortified by its
virtues he survived the vision; then he adds: "This same Roland did slay
in single combat the great worm or Dragon which at one time did infest Beck
Hole to the loss of many young maidens the which it did at sundry times devour.
He slew it after a fierce battle lasting over half a day throw the great power
of the Holy Seal being about his person. This worm did also infest Sneaton Moor."
If we are to believe
anything at all of this prodigious story we must place
it among those which have been handed down from the time of the Danes and have
become somewhat confused with later superstitions.
Coming back to the story of
the beautiful spectre we find that in 1782 a certain Thomas Botran
wrote down all the information he could find out in his time concerning the
story of Sarkless Kitty, and Mr Blakeborough has
added to it everything else that he has discovered relating to it.
It seems that there lived
near Lastingham towards the close of the seventeenth
century a girl named Kitty Coglan whose beauty was so
remarkable that "folk at divers times come much out of their way in the
pleasant hope of a chance for to look upon the sweetness of her face." She
was, however, extremely vain, and her mother seems to have heard stories of her
bad conduct, for she began to worry herself over her daughter's behaviour.
Having had a curious dream she asked Takky Burton,
the wise man of Lastingham, to tell her what it
meant. He told her that the wonderful gem of her dream was her daughter Kitty,
who like the gem had blemishes beneath the surface. Soon after this Kitty
married the only son of a small farmer, but after they had lived together about
four months he disappeared, and then Kitty seems to have gone from bad to
worse. How long after this it was that the tragedy occurred is not known, but
one day Kitty's naked dead body was found by the wath
that her spirit afterwards haunted.
That deaths occurred in the
ford, and an exorcism took place there, is virtually certain, for the first
record of the service, obtained and described about 100 years ago by Richard
Blakeborough, an assiduous collector of moorland folklore, was in a manuscript
of stories of the moors, written in 1823, less than 20 years after the
exorcism, by a man named George Calvert.
The old burial ground
Identified by a plaque on
its boundary wall, the old burial ground, now host to large trees, is just a
five-minute stroll from a small car park at Lowna. No
longer discernible, the ford itself was formerly a notorious hazard, with very
uneven footing. Like Willie Dixon, who had been warned he would try to cross
once too often in dangerous conditions, all its victims probably died when the
river was in spate. The building of Lowna Bridge in 1826 finally eliminated the danger.
