Searching out stories from the past, I was told of one, called a forerunner, that happened back in I908. As the father and mother retired for the night, they heard the scuffing of feet by their bedroom door that opened out into their kitchen. The father, a powerful man and not believing in forerunners or ghosts, spoke up angrily and said "come in whoever you are,” but everything remained quiet. The father thinking it could be one of the children, on checking,found them fast asleep in an upstairs bedroom. Returning to bed he was again aroused by three loud knocks on the kitchen door. Going to the door and finding no one there he checked for footprints, on the new fallen snow, but no tracks were found. This happened three months before his wife in, her late thirties, took seriously ill, was rushed to hospital in Summerside and died. A doctor called at the home later that night and gave three very loud knocks on the door with the tragic

news. The father and mother’s bed was removed and the casket

placed in the bedroom. The day of the funeral a sidewall to the kitchen caused great difficulty in getting the casket out. This caused much scuffing of feet by the pallbearers. It was the same noise the father and mother had heard three months earlier, and one the father always believed was given as a warning on the

coming death of his wife. Another story told, by a granddaughter, was of her grand-

mother calling the family away from the supper table to see the beautiful team of white horses coming up the road. Rushing to the window no one saw any sign of horses, which puzzled the grandmother. The next evening at supper hour the grandfather died suddenly of a heart attack.

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