INCIDENT ON MYSTERY MOOR Crossing Mystery Moor one night I saw a ragged Scarecrow loping in the Moonlight. “Where are you going”? I asked him, my curiosity piqued. “I follow the Fiend”, he cried with great vigour. “I follow the Fiend of Faversham Fell, who stole two sweet apples from the cheeks of Buttermilk Nell, I’ve followed him from Nether Morton, I’ve followed him from Poole, I’ve followed him for seven nights - I’ll follow him to Hell!”