
But the queerest tale of all was that of the man who vanished. He was actually seen to vanish by three witnesses. One moment he was walking in the middle of a pasture, the next he wasn’t there, and nobody ever saw him again. In those romantic days men often disappeared without notice and without trace. Above the village lies an area of allotments still called Canada, and when, after his day’s work was over, a villager announced his intention of “going to Canada”, he might equally have been on his way up to the allotments or across the Atlantic, and nobody worried, nobody cared.
Harland/North Riding
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