You couldn't get over the Titheman.

If you began at a hedge and made the tenth cock smaller than the rest, the Titheman might begin in the middle just where he liked.

The Titheman at Harting, old John Blackmore, lived at Mundy's [South Harting Street].
His grandson is blacksmith at Harting now.

All the tithing was quiet.
You didn't dare even set your eggs till the Titheman had been and ta'en his tithe.

The usual day's work was from 7 to 5." [Sidenote: A SUSSEX WITCH] Like all Sussex villages, Harting has had its witches and possessors of the evil eye.