Sunday, October 31, 2010
The Legend of Mad Mare's Hill
But when the moon rises on All Hallow's Eve, something evil awakens in her very soul. Nostrils flared, searching the air; the red tint of her crazed eyes glowing like fire in the moonlight.
With a chilling whinny, an ear splitting neigh, she goes mad on Halloween night, terrorizing any who are fool enough to cross her hill...
hmmhmmwah ha ha...
I found a link to this 19th century story about the making of a legend, and the story of Mad Mare's Hill (the breadth of Google Books is either a researcher's dream or a publisher's nightmare - but that's a post for another blog). The Quinnipiac Trail travels along the hills and ridges of Hamden and Cheshire, most with common run-of-the-mill names - High Rock, Mount Carmel and Mount Sanford. But the name Mad Mare's Hill certainly sounds like there should be story. Here's the entry from Oliver Optic's Magazine from 1875:
On this Halloween night, I think the story of a demonic steed is more fitting than that of a hill named for Napoleon's Mom. What do you think?