The year was 1763 [or 1768 according to some sources], and most people in the quiet Somerset town of Shepton Mallet had not a very high opinion of the aged resident who sat for hours at the door of his cottage and gossiped to all who would pass by and listen about his exploits, or misdeeds would be the better description. The locals were not sure whether all the tales that Owen Parfitt told were true, but if even a fraction of them were, then he had lived a rather bad life, and so when he disappeared, there were those who thought that the Devil had come along to take Owen body and soul into Hell.
Owen was a resident of the Somerset town, in South West England. Once apprenticed to a tailor, he disliked the quiet life of stitching and cutting, and he yearned for adventure and more money than could be gained by honest toil.So one day the young Owen simply did not arrive for work, and later there came a message that he had enlisted with the king's forces. He is not known in Royal Naval records, so a privateer seems to have been his chosen path, and for years he simply disappeared from the town's consciousness. Privateers were pirates licensed to rob only the sovereign's enemies. However, in the 1760s he returned, obviously a sick man, crippled by serious arthritis, announcing that he wanted to live out his life in the town and restart his work as a tailor.
Owen's elder sister, known as Old Susannah, must have been a dutiful sister, as she gave a home to the decrepit old man and tended him,even though she was herself twenty years older than Owen, which places her in her eighties. She and a local woman, Susannah Snook,used to to help the old man to bed at nights and get him up in the mornings.
Owen used to sit at his door in summer, talking to passers by who bothered to listen, and his tales were choice! He had been a pirate, a smuggler and dabbled in black magic in America, Africa, India and the Caribbean, and had enjoyed the attentions of many women, though he had never married. Many people thought that he might be spinning the tales, but he had the physique for a pirate and if only part of his repertoire of tales were true, then his life had not been lived well.
Then one day in June 1763 he had been left at his door, propped up on his great coat, some say wrapped in it, when the women who cared for him went off on their chores. At bed time when Susannah Snook came to help Old Susannah put Owen to bed he had gone. The puzzle is that he was barely able to walk and had no means of transport, had made no noise to speak of and the witnesses, a group of farm workers getting some hayricks ready against a coming storm, had seen and heard nothing. Despite searches Owen was never found and no satisfactory account of his disappearance has ever been given.
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Maybe.but I suspect revenge.
The third paragraph to the second subheading, Suggestions about what happened, advises us that "One possibility is that there were people in South West Britain who were skilled in quick abductions, a skill that they had honed in snatching black people in Africa to be taken as slaves. Could one or two of these characters have been hired to snatch Owen? They arrive in a farm cart,quickly gag and snatch the hapless victim and ride quietly off without even seeming to stop."
Might Owen have been taken to coerce him into confessing site specifics of buried treasure?
Might other abductions have been to receive ransom money for abductee returns?
No remains have been found, and how would we identify them if they were. I don't think that they would have held a funeral service. He was not a popular man. Who mourns a pirate?
Donna Leon's recentest book, So Shall You Reap, has the perpetrator bury his victims in the back yard to his palazzo. The crime scene is from the 20th-century years of the Red Brigade. At least bone remains last to the present-day.
Would there be anything left of Owen Parfitt 260 years later?
Would there have been a funeral service or a tombstone without a body?
Oneoflokis 's reasonings are very well thought out and of course we will never know for sure. Frank's attention to detail is excellent as always.
You know; I've read this story in many "mysteries of" books over the years, and I've always thought, that well, maybe it was a gang of bodysnatchers that stole him away? Like Burke and Hare? Wrong area; right date for the practice...
Though a gang of irate criminals/vigilantes is also of course possible...
But whoever took him away must have meant to kill him; for a man that old wouldn't be any use to slavers...
Anyway: a good and well-researched article: with lots more detail in than Colin Wilson's book chapter! 😃
Fascinating article!
That's a pretty accurate observation, to my mind.
Fascinating mystery! I guess the clearest part is that the man met his death, probably not by his own choice. It certainly seems likely that some of the local people were involved, or at least aware of something and chose not to tell.
Tornadoes are known in South West Britain,but there is no mention of one that day. Disposal of the body at sea is a good theory, as the sea is not far away from where the disappearance happened. but there are three methods of disposing of a body without trace that are available in agricultural communities, but I don't think that Wizzley's owners would want me to show people how to dispose of murdered bodies on their pages. There are also caves in the region where a body could have been dumped.