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Local legend

It is said that a long time ago a woman named Sarah Polgrean who lived in Ludgvan was executed for the murder of her husband. She had been criminally acquainted with a horse dealer called Yorkshire Jack.

Sarah had begged Yorkshire Jack to accompany her to the scaffold were she was led for execution, they kissed each other, and whispered words passed between them. The executioner intimated that the moment had arrived, and that they must part, Sarah, looking earnestly into the Jacks eyes, and said “You will?”

And Jack replied “I will” and they separated, the woman was soon a dead corpse, pendulating in the wind.

Years passed by, and Yorkshire Jack was never the same, he wandered the lanes of the country. He moved his head from side to side as if someone was following him. The stout man became thin, and his eyes sunken.

Then all of a sudden Jack disappeared, and it was discovered that he had made a confidant of some Ludgvan man - that he had pledged himself “living or dead, to become the husband of Sarah Polgrean, after the lapse of years.”

To escape, if possible, Jack went to sea.

Well the time had arrived were Yorkshire Jack was returning from the Mediterranean in a fruit ship. He was met by the devil and Sarah Polgrean far out at sea, off Land's End. Jack would not accompany them willingly, so they followed him for days, during the time the ship was involved in a storm. Eventually Jack was washed form the deck by such a wave as the oldest sailor had never seen; and presently, amidst loud thunders and flashing lightning’s, riding as it were in a black cloud, three figures were seen passing onward.

These were the Devil, Sarah Polgrean, and Yorkshire Jack; and this was the cause of the storm.