Bogs, marshes

Tõresoo is a large marshland with a few pines and water puddles two kilometers from Aakre manor. In the past, it had been one of the most feared places.
    It was about 120 years ago when Anik E..., a resident of Aakre municipality, came from the village of Voore. He had just reached the Tõresoo bridge when he saw a terrible picture before his eyes: a frightful man was sewing his fur coat with a horse's shin bone. The old man was so stiff with fear that he could hardly move when he saw such a thing. He immediately began to recite the "Our Father" prayer to overcome his fear. He had barely crossed the bridge when his horse’s shaft bow sprang away.
    Anik, however, climbed down from the carriage and started looking for it. He searched and searched but couldn't find the shaft bow. Finally he crossed the ditch into the forest and – beheld a miracle, the shaft bow is there! But when he picked it up, the old man lost heart entirely, because a small black dog had jumped out from under the shaft bow and disappeared into the water under the bridge. 
    After that, Anik harnessed the horse and got home happily.

And the second story happened right there, shortly after the first.
     Once Alek V... went home through the bog of Tõresoo at midnight. He heard how the ice was being broken, crack, crack! He stayed to watch and saw that a very naked man was breaking the ice. Soon the hole was ready and then the man jumped into the water, making yet more bubbles, and was at the bottom. Alek got scared and made fast his escape from Tõresoo!
     Currently, the majority of this swamp has already dried up. In some places even thicket has grown on it and in some places it has been cultivated. But people who have heard these stories still have a certain fear when going through this bog.

Vanamõisa marsh used to be a big lake. The lake always drowned a lot of people. One day a little girl with a moss wreath on her head walked around the lake and sang:

Let the lake be marsh and the water be moss, 
let the pines grow on the moss!

Immediately the lake petrified into a marsh. Pine trees are still growing on the marsh.

Here are Kuradisoo ja Põrgulaas – "Devil Bog" and "Hell Forest". People often got lost there. There was something strange in Hell Forest.

An old road passed through the grove of Vitipalu. One thicket in Vitipalu is called Soesoo – “Wolf’s swamp”. The road also passed through Soesoo. Vitipalu is located in Hellenurme municipality in Kutsari ward.
    Once at night, a farmer drove along this road. The farmer noticed that a wolf came out of Soesoo and jogged slowly behind the sleigh. The horse started to get scared and ran harder, but it was still on his heels. However, the wolf did not bother either the animal or its owner.
    The farmer saw that a white man was standing by the side of the road, and the thought flashed through his head that it might be a revenant. When the wolf reached the place where the ghost stood, it rushed at him. At that moment the wolf turned into a pillar of fire and set the revenant on fire like a bright flame. The frightened farmer went home and told everyone about the extraordinary event.
    Generally, there were a lot of wolves living in the forest, that's why this swamp was called Soesoo – “Wolf’s swamp”.

In the old days, gypsies stole a horse while passing through the village of Kanaküla, but with a great effort the farmer got his horse back from them. The gypsies managed to escape towards Kikepera swamp with their skin intact, although whilst the farmer was still full of heart, he cursed after them: "May the Old Pagan take you too."
    The storm was very terrible when the gypsies came out of Longi forest, down to Laiakivi, and came across the large open clearings of Kikepera and Lage swamps. Because the gypsies were afraid of being chased by the farmers, they thought it better to cross the swamp to the village of Veikseküla and rest there. For a long time, they wandered around the Kikepera and Lage marshes looking for a way to reach the village, but because of the blizzard, they could not find it. Getting lost and wandering like this, they found themselves many times back at Laiakivi, from where they continued to travel with new momentum. At last the night came and the gypsies were tired to the core and lost – because of the Old Pagan. It was decided to stay in a lodge in the Lage swamp, where the camp was set up and they huddled close to each other as they felt the cold - and finally froze in the wind driven snow.
    When the snow melted, hunters found twelve corpses of gypsies in the swamp. However, the people were saying that the Old Pagan had led them astray because of the curse of the farmer which had happened in Kanaküla, after the gypsies had stolen the farmer's horse. 
    There have also been cases before and later where some people had died in the Kikepera and Lage swamps.

In the past a small forest called Rästa peat bog was located on the land of Rästa farm. That's why it got its name, because peat was cut from the forest there. This forest is located in Laguja village in Pangodi municipality.  A road passed through the forest in old times, and it is said that ghosts also lived there. At night, neither women nor children dared to pass through it. It is said that these ghosts also made fires on Midsummer night.
    Once, when a woman went through the forest before evening, she saw a German noble woman standing by the road in white clothes. The woman got scared and silently read the "Our Father" prayer before going on; and then, saying: "God is with me,"  she grabbed the white woman. As soon as her hand touched her clothes, the ghost turned into rough birch bark. The woman went home and told others about this story. 
    Another time, the ghosts appeared again as humans and attacked a farmer while he was taking home-made vodka to town. The ghosts took the vodka and ran into the forest.
    Now, however, this forest has been mostly cut down and there is only a small patch left, which still bears the name Rästa peat bog.

A road led through the Tõlla bog – "Sleigh bog". A man was driving a cart through the bog and on the way he saw quite a big stone. The stone was quivering at first, but later, when the man came back, he saw smoke coming from it, and when the smoke cleared, he saw that there was no stone.

In the old days, when there were postmen, they drove along the main road through the forest and on the other side of the road was Silmoja swamp. Once in the evening a postman was driving along the forest road and heard someone whooping in the forest. The postman whooped back and then saw a large black body coming out of the forest. It came to the postman’s coach and asked:
    "Why were you whooping at me?"
    The postman answered:
    "I thought somebody had lost their way."
    And the evil spirit started to strike the postman, but he quickly recited the “Our Father” prayer and the spirit disappeared into the forest again.

In the old days, one of the ditches by big Pusu swamp was bridged over. A footbridge was an important crossing point in the summer. In the evening or at night, no one dared to cross the ditch, because they were afraid of the water spirit. No one remembers who built the footbridge. One brave young man went to the ditch in the evening. He saw that there was a great light on the bridge and strange creatures were dancing. They were completely black and looked like oven forks.
    A large frog-like creature sat in the centre of the bridge, with a big crown on its head. This animal was the king of the swamp. Now the man was getting scared and he started to run. Screams and rumblings could be heard from the bridge. The next day the bridge had disappeared. Later, they wanted to build a new bridge, but this failed, because the bridge built during the day disappeared during the night.

In Lümati used to be a big forest, and in this forest there was a large and boggy swamp. The path passed through the swamp, and on the other side, there was a big stone by the road. A person in white clothes was seen by this stone every evening and at night. When the figure saw that someone was passing with a pack or bundle, it shouted: "Put it down!" And if they didn’t put their bag down, or they hadn't read the "Our Father" prayer, then that person would immediately disappear.
    Once an old maid went to the village to take spun yarn. The spirit came again and said:
    "Put down what you have there".
    The maid said: "I won't put down my bag, but you yourself can go to the wolves."
    And since then the maid has been missing. She has indeed been much looked for, but not found anywhere. Later, a piece of the old maid's clothes was found there by the stone. People said that there are evil spirits who have already taken many people away.

Once It was told that the children had gone to the Karussoo – "Bear bog" – on Shrove Tuesday to slide on the ice. While playing happily, they heard a loud shout from the bog: "Vastla vigla!" ('Shrove Tuesday’s dung forks'). The children were scared and ran home. At home, they said that the voice came as if from above. Since then, the children no longer went there to slide.

Joosep from Kivitäri farm used to go to the herd when he was young. One day a cow became lost. After looking for a while, Joosep's mother ordered the boy to run and check the Labasaare bog again. Joosep went and at the edge of the bog, the boy saw Tõõsik – that was the name of the cow – standing in the bog. That the bog was really swampy, and that the cow didn't sink into the bog seemed strange. The boy didn't dare to go into the bog, but still started calling: "Tõõso, Tõõso!" Tõõso didn't take any notice but started walking along the bog, and so Joosep did too. The animal slowly walked, and Joosep ran, but could not catch up.
    After running for a while, Joosep heard his mother shout: "Joodso uu! Tõõsik caught!”. The boy thought: how could Tõõsik be at home when he saw him here in the bog, but he still went home anyway. At home, he found Tõõsik eating outside. Joosep himself has confirmed each time that he clearly saw Tõõsik in the bog.

Laugassoo – “Bog-pool swamp” – is on the Veisjärve lake side of Lõve municipality, and has been famous since ancient times. The swamp itself is so bottomless that a stranger cannot escape with his life if he chances there, because the bog-pools are so deep that both people and animals sink headlong into them, and moreover so deep that nothing can be found when searching in the pools, because no stick nor pole reaches the bottom of the bog-pool. 
    But some local people who know the paths go there to look for gooseberries, and far inside the swamp, there are still caves where people escaped during the war and plague.
    Even after the war, some people escaped into hiding from the landlord’s anger. And those who knew the shelters of Laugassoo and were familiar with the paths, have never spoken to the manor about it. And that's why the manor couldn't catch the fugitive from the shelters, because they didn't know where he had run, and the fugitive could live there for a long time, if his friends took him food.
    The oldest people remembered that there was a very wise old man whose existence was known only to those few people who knew the paths of Laugassoo. People had come to him from far away – under the guidance of the experts who still lived near the swamp - looking for help for their own problems as well as for their animals.
    But once, when a farmer went to look for medicine for his sick child, he couldn't find the old man anymore. Either he had accidentally sunk into the swamp-pool or, feeling the approach of his own death he himself, before his last breath, buried himself in the swamp so that he wouldn't be eaten by birds. Certainly since then the wise old man has been missing.

On the plot of the farmer Tanel Tiruli, at Suuresoo village in the municipality of Misso, there is a large bog. There is a high round island in this bog, which is still called Pritsu island. Prits Maasing is said to have made fake money there in the old days – back when club money¹ was made from calfskin. There had been two together – one had tanned the skins and the other turned them into money. A hut of branches was built on the island and that's where they did it. A stamp was scratched on the limestone, molten tin was cast upon it, and thus a stamp with the national coat of arms was completed, which could be pressed onto the skin. It was a money making machine. This person who told me about it had himself seen the limestone on which these numbers were cut.
    And this Prits Maasing had been a relative of the late Vastseliina pastor, but this story had happened when the late pastor's father was himself still a pastor in Vastseliina. When he had found out what Prits was doing, he was ordered by the court to call Prits to him and then hand him over to the court. Prits was ordered to go to the pastor, but he didn't go until the judge was sent to take him there. He had thought of running away meanwhile, but anyway, he did go there afterwards. He had thought: "The teacher is my relative, what is he still doing to me?" He had no idea that they wanted to imprison him. But when he had gone to the pastor, the pastor didn't care at all that he was a relative, but had let him be tied up and taken away to the dungeon. In the end, Prits escaped from prison and started making fake money again.
    But that happened in the very old days, when each district still had its own money. These notes were not used elsewhere than in the county town. After escaping from prison, Prits went once to the window of an acquaintance's house at night to ask for a place to stay, but that person would not let him in because he was an escaped prisoner. As he was leaving, Prits allegedly showed him a large wad of paper money through the window and said:
    "If you had taken me overnight, you would have had this wad for yourself." The man had thought afterwards: “How stupid was I that I didn't let him stay at the lodge”.
    The end.

¹ club money – a former unofficial cash note that replaced the legal money; it replaced heavy copper coins and eased local settlements 

The old folk say that spirits live in the swamp. These spirits, it is alleged, ignite sometimes here, sometimes there, the lights to burn.
    One night a man went along a remote road or path through the swamp towards his home. He suddenly saw: the fire is burning quite close. The man thought: "This time I have reached home quite quickly." He went straight to the fire and got pretty close, but all of a sudden, splash! He was a man in a mud pit! He had mistaken the fire in the mud pit for a home fire, and it was only with great difficulty that the man got out of the mud hole.

I asked: "Why can't the marsh lights be seen at other times, but only in the autumn?"
    To this I was answered: "Marsh lights are said to be some kind of party lights for the marsh spirits. Someone thought they were the Christmas lights of the swamp spirits, while another thought they were wedding lights."
    I don't know for sure what kind of lights they really are.

Once upon a time there was a young man. He was a keen hunter and used to hunt in the forest and bogs. Once, on a bog or marsh, he happened to see – it was Sunday, the weather was stiflingly hot – that a city stood before him.
    Blacksmiths were hammering, bellows blowing. People were standing dumbfounded, both young and old. They were caught, pressed into a sack, set in front of the mouth of the furnace – and then, on the anvil, the old were forged into young, the young old. Then they were let go.    
    At last, it was the turn of our young hunter. He should have also gone through the fire, the sack, and under the hammer. Trembling with fear, he said: "God, son of the Father, now I have to go this way too."
    Then everything disappeared at once, only an indeterminate bog stood around him, and he went home. Since then, he has never gone hunting in the bogs.

Three great witches lived long ago: Vidu, Tani and Nadi.
    Vidu lived on Virussaare – “Viru island”. This island is in the state marsh in the Vee – "Water" – parish, surrounded by an indescribably muddy swamp. The island itself is hard limestone, its edge is bordered by a rampart-like upland. People say that there used to be a city there.
    Tani lived on the island of Taidrasaare, about eight versts from Virussaare towards morning¹, in the drier marsh, around which again there was a deep and soft swamp.
    Nadi lived on the island of Naissaare – "Women island", between these two islands. Taidra- and Naissaar are part of Parasmaa municipality.
    The witches made bread at the same time with one broom and a baker’s shovel. When they whistled, the oven broom and the bread shovel went to everyone by themselves. 
    In the summertime, the witches had ridden a horse across the muddy swamps to visit each other, without the horse ever sinking.
    There should still be a lot of the witches’ money left behind in Virussaare, but no one should dig this place, because it is popularly said that the treasure is guarded by a snake king with a number of subordinates. The people have named this place Ussilõugas – “Snake’s creek” – because whenever you go near it, you can see snakes there.

¹ towards morning – in the East, according to the compass point