Welcome to Lore Legends, a subset of lore episodes that explore the strange tales we whisper in the dark, even if they can't always be proven by the history books. So if you're ready, let's begin. The plague was raging across Germany, but one village had managed to avoid it. Following the instructions of an old wives tale, a small village near the city of Kábus had taken a copper kettle from a house where the plague had killed every inhabitant.
Then they used the kettle handle to draw a circle in the dirt around the entire town. As long as the circle remained intact, the pestilence would stay away. Every day, though, one man drove his cart outside the town limits to oversee operations at his mill. It was during his commute that the miller met a woman by the side of the road.
Even though her clean, white dress hinted at wealth and privilege, she was sobbing. Feeling pity on her, he allowed her to climb into his cart and then together they journeyed back to town. But as the man's cart crossed back over the line, the woman somehow fell out. He helped her back in, but she fell off again and again, landing in the dirt each time.
Eventually, he was forced to drag her across the line before setting her back into the cart once they had crossed the boundary. A short while later, though, she disappeared. After that night, when the miller sat down to dinner with his family, the woman in white barged in. She hit one of the man's sons over the head and he immediately fell ill.
The woman in white, of course, had been the plague and the miller, headed her in. When humans are forced to confront things that we don't understand, we make up stories to explain what we've seen. It helps us process the incomprehensible, whether mundane or devastating. This German folktale about the plague wasn't the only one that Europeans created to explain how illness entered their homes.
Other versions used real-life historical figures as the scapegoats. A few even transformed into hate speech, blaming entire minority communities for an imaginary crime. Regardless of the decoration, though, all of these legends actually serve a single purpose. They help the people of Europe make sense of something that felt so very senseless.
But while people will do anything to explain the unexplainable, one thing is always guaranteed. The truth will always rise to the surface. I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is Lore Legends. A child is not supposed to die before their parents, but we live in a world where they do, and not only does it happen, but it happens far more often than it should.
This isn't a new kind of tragedy. War, famine, and disease have always existed, and they have always preyed upon the young more than any other. Back in the 1800s, the global mortality rate for children under the age of 5 was about 500 deaths out of every 1000 births. By 2022, that number had dropped to just 37, and improvements, but no less painful for those involved.
No one can deny that a child's death is a heart-stopping tragedy, but for most of human history it was both a tragedy and a fact of life. With a 50% mortality rate, the best that any family could do was to have as many children as possible, and hope that some of them survived until adulthood. But whether a child died in 1000 BC or this very century, there was almost always a parent who grieved and grieved deeply, and sometimes there was hell to pay. In the 17th century, that hell hit a small settlement of Sacco, Maine, which was set up along the Sacco River.
The English arrived in the area in 1618, and within 20 years they had turned this undeveloped chunk of the New World into a small town of nearly 40 families. Before the Brits ever arrived, though, the territory belonged to the indigenous Avonacci peoples, and they had lived there for generations upon generations. In fact, many historians think that they have been there since prehistoric times. Obviously, once the English moved into the Avonacci ancestral homeland, things got a bit tense, but aside from a few skirmishes, they managed to coexist in some fashion or other for a few decades.
That is until the colonizers ruined everything. The first known record of the story was written down by historian William Hubbard in 1677, two years after the event occurred. He identified a man named Squando as the Saguamore, or the chief of the Avonacci peoples, but Squando was not just a leader. He was also a family man.
Squando had a wife, and she had just given birth to a baby boy. Well, according to the story, one day, Squando's wife was paddling down the Saguamore River in a canoe with her baby. She passed by a group of English settlers who got a devious plan in their heads once they saw her. The English claimed that they had once heard that indigenous babies naturally knew how to swim, and so to test this theory, they overturned the canoe.
The mother and her baby were thrown into the water, and the baby who could not swim sank under the waves. She immediately dove down to rescue her child, and she succeeded in pulling him to the surface. But the ordeal was just too much for his tiny body. Squando's baby grew ill after being thrown into that river, and just a short while later, he passed away.
Squando was devastated at the loss of his son. After his baby's death, he instigated conflict with the settlers, or as William Hubbard put it, did all the mischief he could do to the English in those parts. Squando eventually became a key figure in the 1675 conflict known as King Philip's War, and he eventually participated in burning down all of Saguo. But that wasn't enough for him.
Squando took his revenge in one more way, a way that has never been confirmed by the history books, but lives on in local legend today. It said that Squando cursed the Saguo River. Now this curse seems to be a late addition to the story, almost 300 years late, in fact, 1944 the historian Dane York wrote, Squando not only began a war, but as a great powwow or magician he laid a curse on the Saguo River that each year the river would claim three white lives by drowning until all the white men were driven from the banks of the Saguo River. And people still speak each summer of the Saguo's three yearly drownings, and watch to see if a curse holds true.
Now, those who live around the river do seem to subscribe to this curse. It's become a local legend passed down by their grandparents and their great-grandparents, and for a good reason, a number of people regularly drown in the rushing water. There is no database to keep count of the drownings, but it must be close to three a year for the curse to still hold so much water. That being said, it's believed that Squando never actually cursed the river.
Instead, the curse was probably added to the story sometime between the 19th and the 20th century. No other historian wrote about the curse before 1944, and in the mid-20th century, white Americans subscribed to romanticized stereotypes about Native Americans, which meant that they were more likely to believe that an indigenous chief also was some kind of dark magician. In reality, Squando was nothing more than a grieving father, a father who had the power to avenge his son's death, not through black magic, but through good old-fashioned warfare. The curse was simply created to explain the number of lives the river claimed every year, and to scare children away from its dangerous banks.
The curse, of course, is folklore, but if anyone had reason to curse the white people in the river that took his son, it certainly would have been. Squando. The Socko River isn't the only dangerous bit of water out there. Drownings happen all over the world.
You don't even need a current. All you need is some liquid. Take, for instance, Lake Runkama, the largest freshwater lake on Long Island. There are no strong tides or rapids here.
It's a kettle lake, which means that it was formed by melting glaciers. The glacier water collected in that one spot, and it's been there ever since, giving it to a relatively calm surface compared to other rougher waters. Measuring three miles across, this huge lake was once the top recreation spot for the island's residents. Today, it's close to swimmers due to a high amount of dangerous bacteria in the water.
But before its waters were polluted, it was dangerous for an entirely different reason. You see, a lot of people have died in that lake. Take a quick perusal of any newspaper archive and you will see the names lined up like headstones. The New York Post reported, there were at least 160 drownings at the lake between the mid to late 1800s and late 1970s, averaging well over one a year.
The cause behind some deaths was obvious. For example, in 1907, a man named James Ryan drowned after falling into the lake. Poor James couldn't swim, so of course he never surfaced. But some deaths didn't have such a cut and dried cause.
In 1961, for example, a 17-year-old named Paul Allen Ferriello disappeared under the water while he was swimming with his friends. Nobody knew why he went under. They just know that he didn't come back up again. Now some have chalked it all up to the victims being distracted or unsafe.
But others have blamed it on a curse. According to local folklore, that curse dates all the way back to the 1600s and can be traced to the area's native peoples. Surprise, surprise. It is at the earliest written record we've been able to find comes from a 1914 article in the Brooklyn Eagle newspaper.
There is a legend in circulation, it reads, that many years ago a young Indian chief was drowned in the lake and his body was found a day later in the Great South Bay. It is said that his intended bride comes once in every flood time, in a phantom canoe, singing for the return of her lover who is said to stand on the shore, waiting for her. A 1923 article attempts to add identities to this fantastical story. According to the author of the article, the chief was named Aukadaus, a name that I am 90% certain I just mangled, and his bride was named Tuskewanta.
Now it's unclear whether or not these names were made up for the purpose of the newspaper article, or if the previous 1914 article had simply omitted them. In another version of the legend though, the chief actually drowned himself because his lover refused to return his affections. And yet another version claims that a native princess fell in love with a white settler. Every night for years, she paddled her canoe to the middle of the lake and floated a message to the settler on the opposite shore.
But eventually, the separation from her lover became too much. She sent him a goodbye note, and then she took her own life, right there, in the canoe. And sometimes the princess in the story is named Tuskewanta. And sometimes she's referred to as Ronkamma.
Either way, all versions of the story say that she still haunts the lake to this day, earning herself the title The Lady of the Lake. Whether a man or a woman died out there once, it is now said that the waters are cursed by the Lady of the Lake. It's believed that she is so embittered by the fact that she can never be with her true love that she drowns one man each year. Naturally, there are people who say that it's true that almost everyone who has drowned in Lake Ronkamma has been male.
Former lifeguard David Nary said that in the 34 years that he worked at the lake, 30 people drowned, and they were all men. The New York Post reports that of the 160 people who drowned between the late 1800s and the late 1900s, only three of them were women. But there are no official records to back these numbers up. The Sava County police only started collecting data on the drownings in 2001, and one local historian says that based on her research dating back to 1740, far more women and children have died on the lake than men.
It seems the validity of this curse is tenuous at best, relying on word of mouth rather than actual data. It's also hard to support without historical documentation. None of the legends ever mentioned which tried the story originated from, nor are there any known records of a chief named Aokados or a princess named Tuscawanta. None of that however changes the fact that hundreds of people have drowned in Lake Ronkamma over the centuries.
But even if the popular local legends aren't based on historical fact, the lake itself certainly has been behaving as if it's cursed. So if you ever have a chance to visit, just to be safe, I wouldn't go swimming if I were you. Mabel wasn't doing well. Looking at her from the outside, no one would have guessed.
Sure, her husband had died back in 1917, but since then she had built a really fulfilling life for herself. Armed with a degree from Barnard, Mabel had fought for seven years to establish a woman's college at Rutgers before becoming a widow. And after years of fundraising and networking with politicians, including President Woodrow Wilson himself, Mabel's hard work paid off. For the first time in history, Rutgers opened their doors to women.
Only a year after her husband's death in 1918, Mabel was asked to step in as the Dean of the Women's College. So Mabel sold her deceased husband's business, packed up her children William Jr. and Edith, and moved to New Jersey for her new job. Mabel flourished as the Dean.
She had a deft hand with lobbying the state legislature for more funds, and she ran the college so well that she inspired loyalty in everyone around her. And it would seem that Mabel felt the same loyalty right back. She was regularly over-called calling Rutgers, my students, my faculty, my college. In the wake of her husband's death, she had found both a new purpose and a new home.
But not all was well in Mabel's world. Her private records from this time include frantic scribble notes that don't make much sense to us today. And in her first year as Dean, Mabel made Rutgers into a literal home, sleeping at her desk and rarely going back to her house where her young children were. Mabel would come to regret neglecting her home life, because in 1923, her 16-year-old son William took his own life.
And this would not be the last suicide in the Douglas family. Twenty-five years later, Mabel's daughter Edith would also take her own life. And even though this happened long after Mabel passed away, it does suggest that there were struggles in the family. As the newspaper article stated when William Jr.
passed away, Mabel had not been in good health, nervous and withdrawn. She had already been showing signs of mental distress. But after his death, she declined even faster. She even seems to have had a mental breakdown, not showing up for work for a stretch of months in 1930.
She eventually took a leave of absence in 1932. Her mental health only worsened during her break though, and she officially resigned from the woman's college in 1933. Only a few months later. Mabel would go missing.
Now, she owned property in the Adirondack Mountains on Lake Placid, and when she needed to get away from the world, she and Edith would go stay there. It was helpful for Mabel to go out into the calm waters of the lake where she could breathe freely. But in September of 1933, Mabel would be staying at Lake Placid forever. On September 21st, she left the home around 1.30 pm without telling anyone where she was going.
She paddled her boat out onto the lake, and she never came home. A search was organized, but all the police found was an empty rowboat in the middle of Lake Placid. They searched the surrounding forest, just in case she had gotten out of the boat, but they never found her. In a matter of days, Mabel was assumed to have drowned, and in 1940, she was legally declared dead.
Mabel Douglas' body wasn't found until 1963, when two scuba divers stumbled across her remains deep under the lake near Pulpit Rock. Due to the chemical conditions in the water, Mabel's body had been preserved. Her skin slowly turning to soap and making her look like a plastic mannequin. Her body, though, disintegrated as they pulled her out of the water, but the corner was still able to identify her from a fracture in her arm.
By the time Mabel's body was recovered, though, there was no one to receive it. Her only relative, her daughter Edith, had taken her own life in 1948. And so Mabel's body was laid to rest with her husband and her children, where they could all finally be at peace and together. After a long cold journey through the waters of Lake Placid, Mabel was finally home.
A home she had never wanted to leave in the first place. You see, Mabel Douglas Smith hadn't taken her own life. No, the coroner declared her actual cause of death to be a tragic accidental drowning. Despite everything, it seems Mabel had wanted to keep on living.
The lake, however, had plans of its own. Her story might be tragic, but it isn't a tall tale. Mabel was a real woman with real troubles and real joys. But that hasn't stopped people from turning her death into a legend.
Locals say that her death has cursed, like Placid. Mostly it seems to be cursed with her ghostly presence. A number of hikers and boaters over the years have reported seeing the form of Mabel floating over Pulpit Rock, the very rock where her body was found. And that seems to sound about right.
Whether we're talking about a river, a lake, or the open sea, water has always been good at holding onto its secrets. When so many people disappear under its depths, it's only reasonable for folks to conclude that there is something hiding beneath the waves. Maybe it's a curse, or maybe it's a ghost, but it's always something mysterious. People are survives the test of time because it fills the gaps in our knowledge.
Drownings are vast, and the bodies aren't always recovered. And so it makes sense that people have come up with a way to explain what happened. And thus, local legends are born. We just have to trust that in the end.
The truth will always rise to the surface. Water is a paradox. It can give life and support a community, but it can also become a hot spot for tragedy and pain. Far from simply being a cool, soothing retreat when the weather is hot, the water around us can also give us chills because of the stories floating within it.
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Or else you might just meet the water babies. Now, truth be told they are exactly what their name suggests. They are the vengeful spirits who look a lot like human infants. In some versions of the legend they do have fishtails, but most just describe them as normal, if ghostly, babies.
The water babies that haunt Pyramid Lake are believed to have originated with a local Paiute tribe. Aquatic babies, though, aren't unique to the Paiute. There are many indigenous tribes that have their own version of deadly swimming infants. But the Paiute are believed to be the reason that these beings are in the lake in the first place.
The Paiute have lived around Pyramid Lake since before recorded history. And in fact, they still live there today, with the lake situated right in the middle of the Paiute reservation. For much of history, the fish from Pyramid Lake actually made up the majority of their diet. They would even gather for spawning season every year.
But according to legend, they would also go to the lake for a much darker reason. One version of the tale claims that, in an effort to keep the tribe as strong as possible, the Paiute would drown any malformed or premature babies in the lake. The water babies were the spirits of all those who had been killed, crying out in pain and fear. A less bloody version of the legend claims that a member of the Paiute community fell in love with a mermaid in Pyramid Lake.
But their relationship was rejected by the tribe and the mermaid was banished. Heart broken, she put a curse on the lake, creating the water babies to drown anyone who dares to swim in its waters. Drowning people seems to be their primary function. Some say that the cries of the water babies are a death omen, but the more common belief is that they mimic the cries of human infants to lure people to their deaths.
Some say that the water babies just drown people, but others say that they eat people as well, specifically children. And still others claim that water babies are responsible for everything, from failed motorboat engines to the disappearances of local fishermen. Now, scholars have suggested that the Paiute use the water babies to keep their children a safe distance from the water. There are tribal folktales in which water babies and other bodies of water target children.
In one story, for example, a group of kids was playing near the Casa diablo hot springs in California. One boy threw rocks into the spring and this angered a water baby which rose up from the water, grabbed the boy and took him under, drowning him. Scholars have also suggested that the invention of the water baby was how the Paiute made sense of drownings. You see, water was central to the Paiute world view and their way of life.
They even called themselves Water Ditch Coyote Children. Water was both a part of their identity and a valuable resource in the desert. And not only did the water sustain them, but it was also thought to be sentience. The Paiute peoples believed that water, just like everything else in nature, had a living energy called Puja.
This Puja imbued water with emotions and those emotions could be positive or negative. There are Paiute stories of sentient waves trying to drown those who offended it. The water babies could simply be another way that the lake takes revenge. Knowing what we do about the high number of tragic deaths in some bodies of water, it's easy to see why the Paiute needed something to explain the frequent drownings in Pyramid Lake.
Even today, a large number of people still disappear into the water. We can blame it on the random chance of tragedy or open ourselves to the Paiute stories of supernatural beings. Remember how you approach it? There's no denying the risk you take when you slip beneath the waves.
This episode of Lord Legends was produced by me, Aaron Mankey, with writing by Alex Robinson and research by Jamie Vargas. Today's topics were submitted by our listeners. If you have a local legend that you love and want us to possibly mention on Lord Legends, email us at storiesatlordpodcast.com. My team and I can't wait to see what you send our way.
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