About the year 1850 he had to repair the drainage mill near Prickwillow, on a lonely site by the river Lark. As the mill was some distance from his home on Feltwell Fen he spent the working week in the derelict millman's cottage, sleeping in the loft and returning home at week-ends to collect food for the following week.
One night, after he had had his supper out of doors as usual, he climbed the ladder and was soon fast asleep. During the night he was awakened by noises below and, on peering through the trap door in the floor of the loft, he saw two old women preparing to light a fire on the hearth with pieces of wood he had discarded during his work. Wondering what it was all about, he lay face-downwards on the floor and, by the light of the fire as it blazed up, saw four more women open the cottage door and come into the room. One of them he recognised as coming from his own village.
Each of the old women had a rush basket containing food and drink and soon they were all squatting on the floor, eating and drinking. After their meal they sat in a circle, talking in whispers. Presently the room got warm, so they took off their long cloaks, revealing that they had little on beneath them. Round one woman's bare leg was a garter of plaited horsehair, which she proudly showed her companions, one of whom triumphantly displayed her own pair of garters, made, she declared, from a viper's skin. The third woman pointed to her breasts, which were cupped with ferret skin, while the fourth rose from the floor to show that she was dressed in a lambskin chemise.
At this juncture Robert inadvertently touched the open trap door. It fell with a load bang, startling the women, who, grabbing their cloaks, ran shrieking from the cottage. The unseen watcher found, next morning, that one of them had left behind her black cloak and rush basket, and these he delivered, the following Saturday, to the old woman from Brandon Creek, who, he knew, was considered by everyone to be a witch. 'Here you are', he said, 'these were left behind by you or your pals the other night in the millman's cottage down in Prickwillow Fen.' The old woman seized the basket and cloak and then, spitting in the young man's face told him that as surely as he lived by making windmills a windmill would finish him off.
Years later, Robert was crushed by a windmill which toppled over when he was moving it to another site. However, he died of a chronic stomach ulcer on 23rd May 1877 at Feltwell aged 66, and was buried in the churchyard of St. John Little Ouse on 28th May.
© Copyright Ron Barritt - March 1995
Barritt/Barrett homepage or Next page
Return to Main Cambridgeshire page
Comments and Other Information
Last Updated on: 23 January 2000
For comments about this webpage, please email Martin Edwards.
©1999. EnglandGenWeb and WorldGenWeb Project.