I don't know the official title of the poem about Alan Gray on the eve of Waterloo. I do know that, when Mr. Chambers recited it at School For Scottish Arts, it scared the Hell out of me. For sheer creepiness, I recommend it highly. [The Dance of Death, by Walter Scott]

You might want to check out "Witches At Halloween" in Katherine Briggs' "British Folktales" for more Halloween traditions.

When carving my Halloween pumpkin, I still sing a song I learned in the first grade, "Punky pumpkin's a happy pumpkin, and do you know why? 'Cause he's a jack o lantern instead of being a pumpkin pie."

Did any of you other mudders go to Miss Sally Sutherland's School for Scottish Arts in Banner Elk North Carolina?