The wind has been relentless the last few days in East Hampton, but less than a mile from the crashing surf of Main Beach, it is eerily still in the South End Burying Ground. Three steps up a wooden staircase and three steps down into the old cemetery, barely a leaf is rustling on this October night. The only noise is a bat squeaking high in an oak tree.

Hugh King, the official town crier of East Hampton, Long Island, is used to nights like these. He’s been taking visitors on tours of the graveyard for twenty-four years, usually wearing a dark cape and top hat, or in warmer months, a vest over a purple shirt with puffy, ruffled sleeves.

The first thing a visitor might notice upon entering the cemetery from the north end is the towering marble obelisk in remembrance of the crew of the John Milton, who perished in a snowstorm in the winter of 1858, off the coast of nearby Montauk. Of the thirty-three sailors on board, twenty-four frozen bodies washed up onto what is now Ditch Plains Beach.

South End Burying Ground, East Hampton.

South End Burying Ground, East Hampton.

The ship was on its way back from the Chincha Islands in South America to New Bedford, Massachusetts. It was carrying guano, or bird droppings, to be used a fertilizer, King explains, sitting at his desk inside the Home Sweet Home museum, a simple wooden lean-to that showcases the town’s history, and is located just down the street from the cemetery.

Not long before the ship crashed, a new lighthouse had been built at Ponquogue Point in Hampton Bays, but “Captain Ephraim Harding didn’t know this,” King says. “He thought the flashing light was Montauk Point and he crashed the John Milton into the rocks.”

The town, ever so gracious, raised money to bury the crew, but since the dead were outsiders, they were buried on the edge of the coffin-shaped cemetery.

King’s litany of graveside monologues is peppered with shipwrecks, witch trials and disease, but the retired grade-school teacher favors history more than goblins and ghouls. He is more than pleased to recite his myriad of macabre local historical tales again and again, as long as people are willing to listen.

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The South End Burying Ground covers four blocks between James Lane and Main Street. There are nearly 800 gravestones within the confines of the cemetery’s well kept, albeit lichen-covered, picket fence, King explains, some dating as far back as the seventeenth century.

King’s cemetery tours are very popular, especially around Halloween when sought-after slots fill up quickly. Reservations are a must then, along with flashlights. The uneven ground slopes down to Town Pond and the only other light sources are the distant street lamps and headlights coming in and out of town.

“It’s not for young children,” advises King.

Born in Brooklyn in 1941, King moved “back” to Amagansett, a hamlet within the town of East Hampton, with his family in 1947. His heritage dates to the town’s founding days, but it was his ancestor Rufus King, a signer of the United States Constitution, who got him started on the road to becoming East Hampton’s first Town Crier.

Hugh King, dressed in character as the East Hampton Town Crier, speaks to students about local history. (Photo courtesy Wil Weiss.)

Hugh King, dressed in character as the East Hampton Town Crier, speaks to students about local history. (Photo courtesy Wil Weiss.)

“Rufus King was a senator from New York, even though he was from New England,” King says. “I dressed up as Rufus King, in 1987, as part of the festivities surrounding the 200th anniversary of the signing of the Constitution.”

The Springs schoolteacher was such a hit with the community that the town supervisor at the time, Tony Bullock, asked him to become the official Town Crier. Not long after that, he was also appointed the official East Hampton Village Historian.

King co-wrote a column about East Hampton history, along with Sherrill Foster, for the East Hampton Independent from 1993 to 1998, which will be available in book form at the East Hampton Library this winter. The library may also publish a book King and his wife Loretta Orion are writing about the Goody Garlick witch trial, a subject Orion has studied extensively, as both an anthropologist and a member of the Wiccan Society.

King met his bride at the Royale Fish restaurant in Amagansett in 1979, now appropriately named the Meeting House, where King ran errands like picking up the daily fish for the owner while Orion was a server.

Orion, who grew up in New Jersey, had summered in East Hampton and worked as a private nurse in New York City. “Her last patient was the Shah of Iran,” says King. “When his bodyguard began to interfere too much with his health care, she quit.”

Orion headed east for her respite from nursing and joined the Wiccan movement. (“The religion of nature,” King says.) As he tells the story of their meeting, Orion is just outside his office door, tending to the Home Sweet Home & Gardens. She makes short appearances to grab a gardening tool or utensil, and every time she enters, her husband rises from his chair as if meeting her for the first time. “Is everything okay?” he asks her. “Are you alright?”

Hugh King at home in Amagansett with his wife, Loretta Orion.

Hugh King at home in Amagansett with his wife, Loretta Orion.

It’s obvious her spell over him has gone unbroken for the last thirty-four years.

Orion eventually got her Ph.D. in anthropology from Stony Brook University and taught courses in Witchcraft, Magic and Religion at Stony Brook, Hofstra and Suffolk County Community College. Her two papers on witchcraft will be combined with new information the couple has uncovered for their upcoming book about Goody Garlick.

The sign from the Royale Fish restaurant, where King met his wife in the '70s, hangs in their home.  The restaurant no longer exists, but a tattered book of matches from the restaurant sits on the ledge of the sign.

The sign from the Royale Fish restaurant, where King met his wife in the ’70s, hangs in their home.  The restaurant no longer exists, but a tattered book of matches from the restaurant sits on the ledge of the sign.

You could say Garlick has become an obsession for the pair. On November 15, King and Orion, along with other actors, will reenact scenes based on Garlick’s witch trial as part of a lantern tour down Main Street.

But the pair don’t see the subject as a hokey holiday matter. “Witchcraft makes us smile, particularly at Halloween,” Orion wrote in one of her papers, published in 2002. “The fact that thousands were tortured, burned or hanged to death, and their property confiscated, was not amusing in the 17th century.”

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King’s background as a community theater actor from 1963 to 1999 serves as a boon to his crier abilities. His speech is quick, while his inflections cater to his audience and material. Upon answering the museum phone, his voice rises and falls to dramatic effect, from a flirty or teasing “Hello” to the feigned fear of “Goodbye.” He has no problems stretching a word out for emphasis.

The couple assumed their roles at the Home Sweet Home museum in 1999. As Director, King gives tours inside the house, which was built in 1720, and she’s in charge of the gardens. The site sits on the Mulford Farm property, where the settlement of East Hampton began in 1648. It was once believed that actor and playwright John Howard Payne, who wrote the famous song “Home Sweet Home!”, was born in this house near the end of the eighteenth century. However, King dismisses that myth, which was likely first told by the farm’s owner, Samuel Mulford. “Payne was born in New York City,” King says. “His mother was from East Hampton and he had many connections here but he was not born here.”

Entrance to Home Sweet Home Museum in East Hampton village.

Entrance to Home Sweet Home Museum in East Hampton village.

That didn’t stop Gustav and Hannah Buek from buying the property in 1907 and creating a shrine to the songwriter by collecting every bit of memorabilia they could get their hands on. “When Buek died, his wife sold it to the village in 1927 and it’s been a museum ever since,” says King.

“They paid $60,000 for the house and all its contents,” he adds, pausing for effect. Then, his voice rising, he blurts, “The entire village budget was $62,000.”

King begins his cemetery tour just outside Home Sweet Home before leading his audience down the street and through the burial grounds, stopping at various gravestones.

“In England, they used to put the cemeteries next to the churches,” says King, “When the Puritans settled here, they wanted to do eeeverything the op-po-site, so they put the cemetery in the middle of settlement.”

The most elaborate tomb by far is that of Lion Gardiner, who died in 1663. His original grave was marked with cedar posts, something akin to the headboard of a simple bed. But he did not rest in peace. David Gardiner, a Yale-educated lawyer, decided his famous ancestor needed a more fitting resting place. Like an early farmhouse torn down to build a McMansion, Lion Gardiner’s 6’ 2” frame was dug up and his resting place renovated.

In his 1886 reincarnation, Lion Gardiner became a medieval knight—the personal stone structure where he now rests is topped by a statue of a man dressed in a coat of arms. Gardiner’s new tomb was designed by James Renwick Jr., the architect behind St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City.

“He didn’t need all the accoutrements,” quips King, “I think the shoes are wrong too.”

David Gardiner was buried near Lion, along with his father, also David—a New York State Senator—and mother Julianna. His sister Julia, though, was notably buried in Virginia.

As King tells it, “All of Washington society was after Julia and her sister Margaret, incloooding the President of the United States, John Tyler. The sisters went along with their father and other dignitaries, incloooding the President, on a pleasure cruise down the Potomac. The boat carried a new gun called the Peacemaker and there was an explosion. David Gardiner, the secretary of state, and six other people were killed. President Tyler was below deck, perrrhaaaps having a champagne cocktail with Jooolia, who faints. The President carries her off the boat and she becomes First Lady.”

King takes a deep breath and releases it. “He was fifty-four, she was twenty-four. He had five children with his first wife Letitia, who died of a stroke, and had five more with Julia.”

And if that wasn’t enough, Julia dabbled in politics. “Ewww,” King gushes. “Women were not supposed to be engaging in such things.”

Cornelia Huntington, the town’s first female author, was buried in East Hampton alongside her “highly intellectual” family. She wrote “Sea Spray,” a 460-page novel, in 1857, under the pseudonym Martha Wickham, because the family lived in the Thomas Wickham house on Main Street.

Pages from the Gardiner Family Bible, circa 1599, part of the Long Island Collection at the East Hampton Library.

Pages from the Gardiner Family Bible, circa 1599, part of the Long Island Collection at the East Hampton Library.

“That novel was a thinly veiled story of East Hampton, and we’ve discovered that the summerrrs were packed in the 1840’s,” King says, his voice full of mock surprise, “before the railroad and the artists arrived.”

Aunt Cornelia, as she was affectionately known, kept a diary from 1820 to 1870. “What a window into what it was like to be a woman in East Hampton!” King exclaims.

King catches a glimpse of Orion, sporting a denim jacket and a floppy hat, as she deadheads the autumn garden. His thoughts are on the graveyard’s obelisk and how that one stone, marking John Milton’s crew, can tell us so much about history.

As King walks through the cemetery, he points out a stone that reads, “Phebe Rysam, relict [widow] of Col. William J. Rysam and consort of David Mulford,” meaning she outlived Rysam but not Mulford. Rysam’s grave demonstrates how a woman’s lineage was erased by leaving out her maiden name. “Rysam’s stone is also important because it’s signed by the first local stone carver, Ithiel Hill, whose symbol was a spiral-shaped squiggle,” says King.

One small stone from 1804 marks the grave of “Peggy Negro, servant of Captain Abraham Gardiner.” It’s one of just two stones on Long Island marking an African-American grave of that era. “For some reason,” says King, “Peggy Negro was a VIP.”

“After the Sally Hemings/Thomas Jefferson story came out, we thought perhaps this was a similar situation,” says King, referring to President Jefferson’s extra-marital affair with one of his slaves.

But of all the mysterious women in East Hampton’s history, midwife Goody Elizabeth Garlick is surely King and Orion’s favorite.

“‘Goody’ was a term of address shared by lower status females,” Orion noted in her papers on the subject. Lion Gardiner’s daughter, Elizabeth Gardiner Howell, who accused Garlick of witchcraft, was certainly not called “Goody.”

Howell was sixteen-years-old and newly married to a Mr. Arthur Howell when she gave birth to their first child, also named Elizabeth, in 1657. Soon after delivering her newborn, Mrs. Howell became feverish and began to lash out incoherently. Lion Gardiner was so worried about his daughter that he left the bedside of his own gravely ill wife. “When Mr. Gardiner arrived at his daughter’s bedside, he found her screaming about a witch,” Orion wrote. “When asked what she saw, Elizabeth described a black thing at the foot of the bed, and stretched forth her hands as if to strike it.”

Mrs. Howell was given some oil and sugar, a remedy for witchcraft, but that didn’t stop her accusations against Goody Garlick. “She is a double-tongued woman. She pricks me with pins,” Mrs. Howell screamed, at one point spitting out a pin, according to one witness.

As Mrs. Howell’s torment ended, Garlick’s was just beginning. She was soon indicted for witchcraft, and for causing Mrs. Howell’s untimely death.

Local justices gathered evidence in the case, but ultimately, the town magistrates decided to send the case to a more experienced court in Hartford, Connecticut. The Goody Garlick trial was heard by seven magistrates, along with a jury of twelve men, including Connecticut Governor John Winthrop, Jr., who knew both Lion Gardiner and Goody Garlick’s husband, Joshua Garlick, personally.

“The Governor was an alchemist and more interested in medicine than in governing,” says King.

Gardiner may have held a soft spot for Goody Garlick, the woman accused of killing his daughter, according to no less than five historians. According to King, “Lion Gardiner’s wife Mary Willemsen Deurcant was Dutch, and the Dutch had more of a tolerance for witchcraft.”

Whatever the case, the historical records note, “The Jury doeth not finde Elizabeth the wife of Joshua Garlick guilty according to the inditemt.”

“Goody Garlick prospered for the rest of her days on Gardiner’s Island and East Hampton,” says King. “It ended differently than so many witch accusations.” Orion put it more solemnly: “The people of seventeenth-century East Hampton and Connecticut ultimately avoided that error in a time when Satan and evil were their daily bread.”

“We are learning all the time,” he continues. “We were wrong when we thought East Hampton was so isolated. East Hampton sent products to the West Indies from Northwest Harbor. Rum and molasses were traded for horses. The horses were killed off so quickly on the sugar cane fields,” King says with a slightly dark chuckle. “We were not isolated.”

“The reasons to come here are not the nightclubs in Montauk. It’s a rodeo out there, but guess what?” King asks rhetorically. “Montauk used to have sheep wandering around down there, pigs roaming around, and jackasses. Things haven’t changed that much. We can look back and solve our problems.”

The Home Sweet Home doorbell rings. King jumps up out of his office chair and shuffles across the brick foyer. Before he welcomes two guests at the front door, he stops to drop the needle on a vinyl recording of “Home Sweet Home.”

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Kelly Ann Smith lives on Gardiner’s Bay in East Hampton. She writes a weekly column, “View from Bonac,” in the East Hampton Press and is a staff writer at Edible East End.

Tara Israel is Narratively’s photo editor, born and raised among the local fishermen and seasonal Manhattanites of East Hampton and currently residing in New York City. Her photographs of East Hampton fishermen will be published on Narratively later this year. You can read about some of her recent projects and see photos of the questionable company she keeps at