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THE
EVENING
WOLVES
A
NOVEL BY
M^RIE McCMIX
New York
All
This book
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OF
AMERICA
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eve
To wry
mother
and
my sister, Helene
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'.
. .
will
be abroad.
Evil will
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CHAPTER
I
The Reverend Jonathan Grigg,
Town,
sat at his
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coming Sabbath.
almost black in
temple, resulting
way through his
the edge of the black silk skullcap; it now throbbed visibly
with the intensity of his concentration. The rounded chin was
the only sign of weakness in that proud face with its broad
strong nose and full sensitive lips.
But God sent no inspiration for the closing words of the
Sabbath sermon. He sent instead thoughts of Ann, the daugh
ter of the Widow Walton of Salem Village. The Lord granted
him here in his study a vision of Ann Walton as enchanting as
though she stood before him. He saw her tall body, graceful
in its carriage as a deer; her dreaming blue eyes under black
level brows; her face, delicate and radiant, framed by a mass
of dark golden hair.
But swiftly followed the gifts of Satan: vivid pictures of
voluptuous details; lips parted and tempting as honey, langorous lids drooping over blue eyes, giving them a wicked
jewel-like brilliancy. Jonathan's gaze was dragged downward
along the proud lines of a white neck to a softly curved
bosom.
A wave of emotion swept over him, dangerously sweet.
The air became suddenly hot and oppressive; the room filled
with something perilous and evil. Before his startled imagina
pity
me!
"
"O Lord,
Thy
grace raise me
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When the ailing and penniless Widow Trask lay dying, she
had given ten-year-old Abigail to the Widow Deborah Grigg
to be her bond servant for seven years, then died well pleased
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dreamy.
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As
off."
at him
into tears and hid her face in her hands. "I'm a shameful
woman," she wept. "My heart is wicked and full of sin. A
widow is a poor rudderless vessel, sir, and has much need of
a godly man to guide her. Had I such a one I would not fall
so often into sin. Indeed I would not."
He put his arm around her shoulder comfortingly and led
her to the chair before his writing table. When she saw him
go to the door and close it her heart beat tumultuously.
"You aren't more sinful than others, Theophilia Oakes,"
he said in his deep gentle voice. "Perhaps I was too harsh.
We should be more lenient toward you when grief for your
late husband has laid your heart open."
"My tears are not for him," she murmured.
"What ails you then?"
Her narrow gray eyes searched his face; noted the strong
...
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"Abigail
."
God."
Widow
Town."
Quickly, without daring to look
at him, she
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picked up her
as
though she
the name of the maiden who had won the heart of Boston's
handsome young minister. But her observations gained her
nothing, for he showed only his usual courteous tenderness
toward all women. It was obvious that the Widow Oakes was
setting her cap for him, but so indeed were many others.
Then Abigail suddenly realized that there was one house
which the minister visited more frequently than any other.
Why had it not occurred to her before that it was not alone
respect for his deacon, John Hubbard, that brought him there?
Nor even that Dorcas, the beautiful fourteen-year-old daugh
ter of the deacon, helped him so often in making copies of his
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corrected sermons. Might not Mr. Grigg feel that Dorcas was
more to him than just a clerkly helper? Could she indeed be
the minister's choice?
As Jonathan rose one morning from his breakfast and Abi
gail put into his hands his hat and his visiting Bible, she looked
at him inquisitively as she remarked slyly, "Dorcas Hubbard
is a godly maiden, Mr. Grigg."
"Yes, she is," replied Jonathan, smiling and patting her
shoulder. "And there's many another in Boston Town, praise
be
to God."
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CHAPTER
11
Seventeen miles distant from Boston Stone the village of
Salem stirred with its morning labor. Men and womea began
their tasks with a prayer to God for the day's guidance.
The Widow Walton directed her small household with a
graciousness that concealed her good sense and firmness of
will. All here were trained to speak their thoughts honestly
and without fear: her twelve-year-old son Joseph, her daugh
ter Ann, and the two Negro slaves Betty and Henry.
It was almost a year now since she had first given the young
Boston minister, Jonathan Grigg, permission to court her
daughter. For three years now, since her fifteenth birthday,
Ann Walton had rejected the many suitors who had proposed
for her. But this time her mother saw the easily read signs of
acceptance in her looks and actions.
Dame Walton was relieved at this evidence of Ann's set
tling, for she had been anxious over her late zeal for the
conversion of the Indian. The Widow Walton had always
been sympathetic to the exotic savages, feeling curiosity about
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them rather than the hatred and fear felt by her neighbors.
But King Philip's war had left deep and lasting antagonism
between the white man and the red man, and although the
power of the Algonquins was now broken it still was not safe
to be as fearless and friendly toward them as her daughter
was.
Ann had found in her mother's library John Eliot's transla
tions of the Psalms and the Bible into the Indian tongue, and
with this as a guide she was trying to study their language.
Although she found it difficult because of the guttural aspira
tions and the extraordinary length of the words, she perse
vered and had now mastered a few of the Psalms. However,
this study was kept a secret within her home, for there was
little sympathy among the majority of the people for the
Why
Waeenomokkenaau wame
miffinninnuog nvonk. . .
Won by
and edged her way out on it. When she looked down her
heart gave a frightened leap. It seemed even a greater jump
from this height. But seeing the boy watching gravely from
below, she prayed earnestly for confidence and let herself
drop from the branch.
Her feet stung at the impact of the ground and she fell for
ward. But as the Indian boy sprang to her side she rose.
"See!
laugh.
eyes shone
conversion.
She pointed to the minister's
down to Mr. Robinson's and
remembered the admonition of
whole, and added, "See that no
shaky little
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for you."
He left her and went down into the village. He received
baptism from the Reverend Daniel Robinson, but unlike the
gossipers of Scripture, spread abroad no fame of her who had
wrought the miracle. Ann Walton remained unacclaimed,
without praise, but was content. She loved most the com
mandment: "When thou doest thine alms, do not sound a
inordinate finery?
"
"Here, here! Where are you running to, Ann Walton? he
cried, clutching her dress and bringing her to a breathless stop.
"Have you no modesty, girl?"
"I'm on my way to Goody Whitman with this basket of
food," explained Ann.
"Well, she won't starve before you get there. Go in a more
orderly manner," he instructed.
Ann delivered the food to old Goodwife Whitman and
"
comforted her with the words of Scripture:
'Blessed are they
which do hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall
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"Well,
and"
"And Mr. Gorham was watching from the back window! "
cried Ann, who knew the ways of tithingmen.
"He was," said Robin Cutter, his merry little eyes twinkling
at her. "And he told the magistrate I let a man have more
liquor than was good for him. It was my fourth offense and
no fine was enough so here I am! And there's Mr. Howard
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down the way with his arms and his legs sticking out of the
drunkard's barrel."
She turned to look, but suddenly Mr. Cutter jerked his head
sideways, having caught a glimpse of a minister's white bands.
Down toppled the botde of rum, which was caught and saved
by the hands of Mr. Jonathan Grigg.
"Mr. Grigg!" cried Ann in confusion and delight. "How
"
is it you're in Salem Village so soon again?
"Too
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feeling of guilt."
She was too overjoyed by this first intimate use of her name
to think of an explanation of her conduct. But he also forgot
that he expected one.
They walked on together, and although separated by a
decorous space between them each felt the other's presence
as thrillingly as though they were touching. When they
reached her house Jonathan passed it without stopping. They
climbed up through a small birch wood and came out on the
hilltop. He went to the edge and looked down at the village
and streams and dense forests beyond. She stood behind and
looked only at him.
Suddenly he turned and faced her. "Ann, it was only a
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I I
it,
"How could
"
desire he nestled his hot cheek into her shoulder, his lips
straying over the soft bare throat, his trembling hands thrust
ing aside the kerchief folded so neatly. His murmured words
of love and tenderness had become harsh with passion. "No,
must not use you so," he was saying. "It
must not
the Tempter sweet and evil. Have you aught to do with him
. ?"
. . . the Beguiling One .
In astonishment she pushed back his flushed face and freed
herself from his embrace. Turning away, she went to the hill's
edge. She forgot the dark words and remembered only the joy
is
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of his
kisses.
As
she
"My world
The village
is
is,
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CHAPTER
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deacon and roadmaster, sat reading the Word
of the Lord to his family. Over the whirr of the spinning
wheel, the click of the knitting needles, and the dull thud of
the pestle in the mortar, his voice rolled heavily:
"
"
'All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it. . . .'
His voice droned monotonously on. The tread of the spin
ning wheel stopped. All the sounds in the fireroom died. Was
John Hubbard,
short stocky body moving lightly and quickly over the sand
with which the floor was sprinkled for cleanliness.
"Dorcas," she asked softly. "What ails you?"
"I'm weary."
"It
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She
is naught."
"A
spinning
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"Mr. Hubbard?"
He raised his eyes.
"I'd like Cressy to fetch me vegetables from the garden."
"Do not take this boy away from the Word of God. He
needs it badly. Let Dorcas get what you want."
Dorcas took the garden basket and listened to her mother's
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instructions. But her thoughts were on the talk she had heard
of a dancing master who was to set up in Boston. The rumor
had started with a Dutch dame from New Amsterdam who
had visited Boston the week past. But would the worshipful
magistrates permit a dancing master in the town? Would
the Reverend Jonathan Grigg sanction it? She thought ten
derly of the minister, and a smile brought an elusive dimple
into her rounded cheek as she went out into the garden. Mis
tress Hubbard sighed plaintively at the secrecy of that smile
on the dark beautiful face of her daughter.
"
"
'That which is crooked cannot be made straight,' read
Mr. Hubbard, and Increase nodded sleepily under the monot
onous chant of his father's voice. Working in the fields or
chopping wood, he would have felt no tiredness. But sitting
here quietly with folded hands, unprotected by vigorous mo
tion of the body, sleep stole over him and he swayed forward.
A heavy blow toppled him to the floor.
"Unhappy boy! Do you fall asleep when the Holy Bible
is read to you?"
Increase rose quickly to his feet, brushing the sand from
his knees. "I heard all you read, even through my sinful sleep,
Father."
ful body."
"I'll
be here."
As she turned to go, Increase questioned her with his eyes,
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Grigg?"
At
Walton, who died at sea several years ago. She lives with
her widowed mother and young brother."
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"Were there not good enough maids in Boston that you had
to seek so far abroad?"
"I felt that the Lord pointed the way to this maiden."
"What manner of maid is she?" asked Mrs. Hubbard curi
ously.
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be
re
marked Mr. Hubbard, and the gaze of his secret stern eyes
drew the blood to Jonathan's cheeks.
"I have only sought to give the widow comfort and guid
ance since the death of her husband," he answered. "I never
had her in mind for a wife."
"Well, maybe you're right." The deacon lowered his voice
against his wife's hearing. "They say that he who marries a
widow makes himself cuckold. Dr. Bibber told me that the
first male who fecundates a female makes a lasting impression
on her, and that all offspring from any other man resemble
the first husband."
"Dr. Bibber told me the same. It isn't a thought a man can
bear with dignity," said Jonathan.
"Still it doesn't seem to stand in the way of remarriage of
widows. From what I've seen, men are hotter after them than
after the maidens."
"Many men do not know any better."
Mr. Hubbard nodded. Then suddenly he looked at the
young minister with suspicion. "It seems to me this decision
of yours to wed Mistress Ann is very sudden. Is there some
special reason for your haste?"
"I wouldn't call it hasty," said Jonathan. "It's almost a year
now since I have had the acquaintance of Ann Walton."
"You've been very secretive about it then," commented
the deacon. But the innocence of Jonathan's voice had dis
pelled his suspicions. "You are God's chosen vessel, sir. Be
sure to put yourself in no careless hands."
His words brought before Jonathan a picture of Ann's small
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Devil."
"What
here."
tyranny of the
Stuart kings and the royal governor. But suddenly Jonathan's
thoughts swerved to Ann and his expression softened.
"Well," he said, rising. "We can only hope that our prayers
and efforts will restore the colony to its rightful rulers."
"If we could uproot the wickedness of our own sinful peo
ple, maybe our prayers would be answered. Return soon to
the care of your flock, for there are many who stray when
the eye of the shepherd is withdrawn. That hardened sinner,
Goody Bridget Gower, is up to her old trickery again, work
ing and traveling about on the Sabbath. And I don't like what
I hear of her employment of the wild herbs of the forest. It's
a suspicious traffic and one easily controlled and abetted by
the Devil. It would bear some watching."
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at the
Jonathan. "God
keep Goody Gower and all of you until I come back."
"God speed you on your journey," said Mrs. Hubbard.
Jonathan went out and turned northward to his house. As
he strode up Middle Lane the deacon's greeting suddenly
recurred to him. "Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly
upward." And what else had he said? "What anxiety hurries
you here?" Why had such words been spoken? Why should
the word "anxiety" be said in connection with Ann Walton?
In spite of all the good omens that had shown the approval
of Providence on his marriage, Jonathan felt troubled by this
said
ominous augury.
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CHAPTER
IV
That hardened
gray head firmly wedged between them. She stood on the high
platform, a warning to transgressors.
The Widow Oakes, coming to borrow Mistress Hubbard's
spice mill while her own was being repaired, brought the
news to the house of the deacon.
"Do you know who stands on the pillory this early morning?"
Mr. Hubbard needed to shape no question other than the
stern inquiry of his eyes.
She threw the name to him. "Goody Gower!"
"The pillory is too mild for such a wretch. She needs the
brand to tame her. 'The Lord is slow to anger and great in
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power and will not acquit the wicked.' What was her offense
this time?"
"Slander! God keep me from flouting folks the way she
does, Mr. Hubbard. Do you remember when she called Elder
Crocker a black-coated rascal because he took away the mince
pies he caught her making on the Sabbath?"
"Whom did she slander?"
"Nathaniel Dillard. She said the tobacco he sold her was
bad."
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"If
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look.
Dorcas watched until her mother's lengthening shadow dis
appeared from the pathway. Then she too followed swiftly
it,
it
before her, feeling more love for this poppet than for his
human sister.
Suddenly he heard footsteps on the path, and snatching up
the doll, hid
was only Dorcas.
again in his blouse. But
it
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She took from her pocket some pieces of candied fruits and
gave one to her brother. "I saw young Dr. Bibber down the
way and he gave them to me," she said.
her approval.
me at all.
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as
handsome as
you are?"
"Oh, all right then. But run and fetch me Mr. Grigg's
image. It's far more agreeable to me."
Too happy over her appreciation of one piece of work to
resent her scorn of the other, he climbed the ladder into the
attic where he hid from the eyes of disapproving adults the
dolls fashioned so secretly and joyously.
In a few minutes he was back again with the poppet she
wanted. Dorcas took it in her hands and gazed on the face
that was never in her sight long enough to satisfy her. She
pressed her fingertips against the wooden eyes, the wooden
lips, feeling them alive and real through the power of her
desire.
"It's really
"What?"
"He took
."
it
it,
is
."
.
.
is
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slander!"
CHAPTER
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Jonathan mounted his black mare and set out for Salem Vil
lage. He rode through the Indian summer day, deep into
the bright forest, his horse prancing,
journey.
In the
He had
seen
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man."
Jonathan looked out and saw the Indian standing erect and
motionless. He studied the immobile face. "Why do you not
raise your hand in peaceful greeting?"
The Indian made a gesture. Jonathan scrutinized the bleed
ing hand, making certain that it was pierced by his bullet,
that it was not a cunning self -wounding, made to trick him
from his defense. Then he set his musket against a tree, but in
such a position that he could easily seize it if necessary. He
drew a linen handkerchief from his pocket and wound it
tightly above the Indian's wrist, stopping the flow of blood.
"Good," commented the Indian, his eyes friendly upon the
kind stranger.
When Jonathan completed the dressing of the wound, he
looked about in vain for his horse, to continue his journey.
"Horse run home," said the Indian. "Take horse," he said,
pointing to his own.
it?"
"Turn
shone and his heart rejoiced at this sign of the virtue of his
beloved.
As
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This
This
This
This
is
is
is
is
the
the
the
the
coming black face of Betty. She showed him into the room
where the family were gathered, and his eyes went at once to
Ann who was standing by the bookshelves with an open book
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in her hand. She turned to him, and his heart beat quicker as
he observed her delighted expression when she saw it was he.
"God's blessing on this house."
Ann swept him a lavish curtsy, fluttering the flames of the
tall candles in their iron stands. He felt his heart quiver and
flame again into radiance as they did. Joseph, Ann's young
brother, stood up and bowed stiffly. Dame Walton rose from
her embroidery loom to greet him.
"I have something to speak privately with you about, Dame
Walton,"
he said.
"Go
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"He
is making
joyously.
Joseph did not answer, and vaguely conscious that her
brother was not sharing her happiness, she sank into the rock
ing chair by her bedside, and rocking gaily back and forth,
imagined the new life before her.
"I
hope
"I
I'll
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"I
"And then I
always feel so
approve of that at all. He's concerned only about the ailments
of the soul. He scorns the sufferings of the body."
"When he burned his finger with the candle grease he
hopped around and was mightily concerned about the suffer
ing of his own body," said her brother.
Ann burst into laughter. "Oh, Joseph, what of that? If a
bird have water dropped on its wing, will not the quivering
feathers shake it off? It is only the flesh that shrinks from pain
and a man can make much or little of it as he wills. I know of
no one in the world so little concerned for our poor physical
ills and so deeply concerned for our spiritual ills as Mr. Jona
than Grigg."
Dreaming of her love, she forgot her brother completely.
He retired to the window, where he shook his thick brown
hair over his eyes to hide the tears.
When Dame Walton called from below, Ann flew down
the stairs, eager to see Jonathan. But when she entered the
room one glance showed her that he was gone.
"Oh, Mother, where is he? Why did he go?"
"The Reverend Jonathan Grigg has asked permission to
prepare the wedding six days hence"
"But why did he go? I hardly spoke with him. Didn't he
want to see me before he went?"
"Why, Ann Walton! He's traveled a long distance this day.
Don't you think he needed rest more than the sight of your
face or the sound of your voice?"
Ann felt a wave of misery come over her. If it had been
she who traveled half a day, or even many days, she would
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have wanted to look at Jonathan and hear his voice more than
she would have wanted anything else in the world.
At the sight of her face Dame Walton laughed and con
fessed. "He did want to stay, dear, but I wanted you with us
tonight just Joseph and you and I. You'll see him your
whole life long, and after this we don't know when we shall
ever see each other again."
"I'm sorry, Mother," said Ann, ashamed now of her selfish
absorption in herself and Jonathan. Besides, the knowledge
that he had wanted to stay had taken away some of the dis
appointment of his going.
"Run and fetch Joseph, then, and we'll have a little cele
brationjust we three. I've sent Betty and Henry off to bed."
As her mother went to fetch cakes and wine from the cup
board, Ann ran to the foot of the stairs and called Joseph.
Receiving no answer, she started up.
When he heard her coming, Joseph quickly blew out the
candles so that she could not see his tears. "I'm coming," he
called.
land?"
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They
seated
CHAPTER
VI
The Widow Walton
.
.
it,
sleeves
it
it
it,
it
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of the house and took the path away from the village, follow
ing the direction she and Jonathan had taken the day he had
first held her in his arms.
Out of sight of the house, her exuberance could no longer
be contained in walking. She broke into a run, and ran until
she reached the top of the hill and the clearing. Here was the
freedom and privacy in which she could fully savor her
happiness.
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"Thank Thee dear God for this wondrous day!" she cried,
looking upward as though she could see Him in the spacious
skies. "Thank Thee for Jonathan my husband." How sweet
was that word; she said it over and over "my husband."
"When I was a child," she said to God, "I longed to prove
my love for Thee by some sacrifice. I hoped I was destined
for some great purpose. But now I see that Thy will for me is
a simple earthly happiness. And oh, I am content in this hum
bler part."
The wind whipped the voluminous folds of her white gown
about her, blew under her cap and loosened some strands of
hair. The bright autumn leaves fell like jewels about her, mak
ing crisp lively little sounds like music. At last she turned and
walked slowly back.
When she came within sight of the house she saw Jona
than's tall figure in the doorway. He was looking down to
ward the road to the village. Then he turned his head and
she saw the anxious frown on his face. When he caught sight
of her he strode forward and grasped her arm, almost roughly.
"Where have you been, Ann?"
She lowered her eyes, for her act seemed too childish to
explain to him.
"I looked for you everywhere, but could not find you. Oh,
he asked
in
was."
"Tell who?"
he asked
quickly.
heart?"
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Joseph closed the door, blew out the candle, and undressed
in the darkness. He hated the light that made him see, as an
outsider, the foolishness of his tears. He stretched out his
limbs rigidly between the cold sheets, enduring as a punish
homely things"
At
that soft voice all the restraint he had put upon himself
broke. He tore his wedding garments from his body, threw
himself upon the bed and pulled her close. She clung to him,
losing herself in sweet overwhelming absorption in his kisses
and caresses.
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CHAPTER
VII
40
King James had issued during the past spring. Although the
King had ordered that this proclamation for liberty of con
science be read in all churches, his order had been almost uni
versally disobeyed, not only in the colony but at home as well.
"Liberty of conscience indeed," said Jonathan indignantly.
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"What
is
Town
4i
She settles quite happily into her new home and her new
duties."
Jonathan, overhearing her remark, smiled at the pride in her
voice. But Mrs. Rhoda Cutter burst into a hearty laugh.
"Lord save us, Mistress Grigg!" she cried. "It's monstrously
heartless to compare yourself to a queen bee. Have you for
gotten what happens to her poor mate?"
Ann reddened. "I only meant that I would be happy in my
new home. I wasn't thinking of my husband . . ."
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Jonathan set out to join Mr. Robinson who had invited him
to go fishing. He passed a group of children in the fields,
gathering the silver silkdown which they would use to spin
candle wicks. They bowed shyly to him and when he had
passed, stared after him, wishing one of their own ministers
was as young and handsome as he was.
As he went on, Jonathan saw ahead of him a familiar figure,
and approaching closer, recognized Mistress Carroll, the pretty
wife of the schoolmaster. He called to her and she turned
with a startled air.
"Well, Mistress Carroll, I missed you and your good hus
band at my wedding. What kept you from us?" he asked.
"I
we
I was ailing, Mr. Grigg," she stammered,
He
noticed
then that her two hands were pressed
blushing.
against her bosom as if in pain.
"I'm sorry indeed to hear that. Is there aught I can do to
help?"
"No, no, thank you, sir," she replied quickly. "But tell me
about the wedding. I am so sorry to have missed it."
As he recounted the happenings of the wedding day her
agitation subsided. She listened with a delighted expression,
although she still kept her hands pressed to her breast.
A shout from somewhere below startled her again, and in
an impulsive gesture, her hands flew apart. It was then that
...
...
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it,
is
manner?"
The boy lowered his eyes and did not answer.
it? Speak up."
"Come, what
"I had rather not, sir," mumbled Joseph.
are
it
if
it
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band had tried to protect her and denied the charge, the
selectman could not be moved from his statement of what he
had seen with his own eyes. The soldier had been whipped
out of town and forbidden to enter it again a light enough
punishment and due only to the influence of his officer who
said he would send him to one of the remote frontier posts.
Mistress Carroll was whipped also, and sentenced to wear the
brand of her crime until her death. Since her trial no one in
the village had spoken to her. No wonder then that in her
craving for neighborly friendliness she had so boldly deceived
Mr. Grigg into talking with her.
Jonathan took his leave of Mr. Robinson, and as he walked
slowly back the way he had come, he reflected on the pits of
human wickedness.
When he re-entered Dame Walton's house he saw Joseph
move out of his way with such a strange look that he stopped
him.
"What is
Joseph? Why do you look at me in such
44
"I know, my
I'll
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him do?"
"I saw him strike a woman in
see
terrible rage."
"
Dame Walton paled. "Oh, Joseph, you didn't see that!
"But I did, Mother. It was Mistress Carroll."
She gave a sigh of relief. "If it was Mistress Carroll that is
a
another matter."
Staring at his mother as though she had become a stranger,
Joseph slowly withdrew himself from her arms. "You don't
blame him for that?"
"She's a very sinful woman, my child. I cannot condemn
have blamed
"She's a
ment she gets."
he had been so
struck her."
45
"But I can see his face changing into wrath and I can see
him hitting Ann if he ever discovers she has done wrong."
"Your sister would never commit a sin that merited public
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punishment,"
said Dame
Walton proudly.
"Yes, Joseph."
"And you'll have Abigail Trask to help you. Do you think
you'll be fond of her?"
"How could I help it? Mr. Grigg says she resembles him.
She is like a little sister to him."
"And she'll be like a little sister to you, won't she? You'll
have the Hubbard family as neighbors, and Deacon Hubbard
will be as a father to you and Mrs. Hubbard and her children
will be as your own mother and brother, and you won't miss
Mother and me at all, will you?"
"Joseph!" she cried, seeing at last what was behind all this.
"No one will ever take the place of you and Mother in my
heart. You know that."
Yes, he was sure of it now. But he also knew that although
she looked sad, she did not look grievously sad at the reminder
that she was leaving them.
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It
left Salem."
"What! For two years? Why didn't you tell me?"
"There was no reason to speak of it when I was unde
cided," replied Dame Walton serenely. "But I've accepted
him now in my last letter, and I plan going to England after
you two leave for Boston."
Ann looked at her mother in dismay, feeling desolated at
the thought of her going so far away. Even though it was
unlikely that they would have met again if her mother had
remained in Salem, since travel, even over short distances, was
rare in the colonies, Ann felt that the added distance would
make the separation more painful. She caught her mother in
her arms and hugged her in a sudden terror of parting.
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have sold something else that I cherish. I have sold the house
and land to Captain Russell."
Ann looked around the room. The thought of her home
belonging to another made it seem more lost to her than even
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the
the
for
the
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When
you speed."
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Ann.
"It's well that Mr. Grigg has taken a helpmate," she mur
mured in her gentle complaining voice. "His service to the
Lord blinded him to his own welfare. With no one to watch
after him he's often gone a day or more without food, locked
up there in his study. I don't mean on his regular fast days
either."
"But couldn't someone take care that he ate, and bring food
to him in the study if he wished to remain there?" asked Ann
in surprise.
"Well, Abigail Trask, poor creature, dared not disturb him,
and neither of course did Moses or Betsy. But that is all past
now that he has a wife to look after him."
5i
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"I
5'
brothers?"
a
snort of contempt.
Christians of such dogs! When Philip rose against us the socalled Praying Indians joined with him to murder us."
"That's true, Ann," said Jonathan. "How many of all the
Praying Indian towns established by Mr. Eliot remain today?
Only a few throughout all New England. It's wasted effort,
doubtless, to try to civilize them. What has come of trying to
better themeven to allowing them to study at Harvard? In
"There
are
timidly. "Some
some
slaves"
it,
"And they are well paid for it," interrupted her husband.
Ann turned her eyes away from the deacon, another shiver
and not understand
running through her. Jonathan noticed
ing its cause, sent Betsy off to bring her whittle. When the
slave returned with
and draped the short
Jonathan took
scarlet cloak about Ann's shoulders. Betsy's face beamed with
it
it,
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careful he is of her."
"Yes. He's always holding her hand or touching her," she
muttered.
"Is
she
for one
in
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IX
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wood of trees in the bay, could load and unload directly here,
the warehouses convenient for their cargoes. The wharf led
into the main street of town, at the upper end of which was
Town House with its open lower part a market and mer
chants' exchange, and its upper part containing the Council
Chamber, the House of Commons, and rooms for sessions of
the courts of justice. Ann loved to walk down this pebbled
street and visit the bustling market, and the bookseller shops
that did a thriving trade in sermons, almanacs, and broadsides.
It seemed strange that she who had known almost every soul
in Salem Village could not even dream of knowing all the
people of Boston. She had met but a few since her arrival.
There was Governor Edmund Andros, whose wife had died
earlier in the year, and several of his gentlemen and their
families: Elder Joshua Crocker, the Reverend Daniel Lewis,
the Reverend Eleazar Shippen and their wives, and the magis
trates, Mr. Nicholas Howen and Mr. Theophilus Dwine, who
had been deposed from office since the arrival of Sir Edmund
and his minions.
harm."
"She meant no harm to herself anyway," mocked Theophilia Jones. "Why don't you help him yourself, Mistress
Grigg, if you're so anxious to aid sinners?"
Ann flashed her a look of scorn, and went over to the man
who had risen and was stumbling painfully on. She slipped
her hand under his arm and supported him in the direction he
had taken. He turned to look at her, surprise and gratitude in
his dark eyes.
They progressed slowly; his weight on her made the sweat
break out on her face. His steps were so uncertain that they
both staggered and almost fell several times. Ann heard the
laughter behind her, and her cheeks burned with indignation.
5<5
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sides
Then
"We'll
agreement.
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They
made
stained back.
Lying flat on the bed with his head turned sideways, Good
man Wait began to sing to forget his pain: "Then trust me,
there's nothing like drinking so pleasant on this side of the
grave"
It
it,
is
it
It
ointments," he said.
it
is
this time,
Will?"
Will Wait
if
I
hadn't,
per and let out some thundering oaths at him, but
Sir Edmund Andros would have had nice clout on the head,
he wasn't killed outright."
"I should think he would have thanked you then, instead
if
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is
a
"Mistress Grigg
sweet addition to our town," com
mented Thomas Dwine.
Ann smiled from one to the other. "You both seem to know
me, but
am not even familiar with your names, gentlemen."
"This sinner who lies before you
Goodman William
Wait," said Thomas with grin at the man on the bed. "I can
not tell you what sin he's committed this time, but can tell
you that he has great knack of getting himself into the bad
graces of the authorities by his outspokenness. What was
Will Wait.
asked
Thomas. "Because
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as she
sorry world."
"If you paid the fine, and it wasn't for drunkenness you
got the lashes, Will, what was it?" asked Thomas curiously.
"I didn't say I paid the fine," replied Will. "In fact I might
ily objected to paying it. I held that I should be given a reward
for saving the Governor's life instead of being fined for swear
ing at him."
"Will you never learn not to argue with the authorities? It
sets them against you, man, to hear you talk as free as an equal
to them."
"We've always had a right to speak our minds before the
coming of Sir Edmund. We'll not be silenced now," retorted
Goodman Wait.
"That independence of ours lost us our charter," said
Thomas wryly.
"Well, I've had my say, even if I've had to pay for it," said
Will Wait with satisfaction.
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he replied.
"I'll be going
Thankful?"
"No,"
Puritan, perhaps.
with
he returned
62
Ann.
quietly.
"Forgive me, Mistress Grigg," he said seriously. "I only tell
you thiseven though you are the wife of one of our ministers
because I want you to know me as I am."
Ann looked at him gravely. "I know you are a good man
despite your many mistaken ideas," she said.
"Good for you, Mistress Grigg!" he cried warmly. "Give
a man freedom to think his own thoughts, and keep your good
6~3
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opinion of him even if he differs from you, then we'll live like
human beings and not like beasts."
She smiled but did not answer. The dog Thankful, who
had been sniffing the post of a little house, gave a sudden
leap and backed away with a queer disgusted wrinkling of his
nose.
"Then I
guess
Thankful
Evil
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laughed Ann.
They were approaching the Governor's house now and she
saw his guards lined up before the door, and two trumpeters
standing on the street below. Governor Andros came out at
that moment with some of his gentlemen. He was a splendid
figure in cocked hat over his wig, scarlet coat and breeches,
and high shining black boots. He bowed a formal greeting to
her, and then, with proud military bearing, marched on up
the street. The trumpeters, green coated, went before him
clearing his path, and the twenty scarlet-coated guards
brought up the rear.
"Our governor is zealous in preparedness against the
French and Indians," remarked Thomas. "He's setting out to
strengthen our defenses in the north."
But Ann noticed that the eyes of the townspeople watching
the procession were hostile against the redcoats.
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X
The
"I
their heads.
At this
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of humility."
She felt hurt and angry at the severity of his voice. "Thank
you," she murmured. "As this is the first time in my life I have
ever been reprimanded, your advice is welcome."
"God grant it be the last time," said Jonathan. He rose, and
with a slight bow to them, left the room.
Ann
reproachful.
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She knelt beside him and laid her hand caressingly on his
arm. "It was dear of you, Jonathan, and I love you for it."
He got up slowly and walked to the window. He stood
there, looking out, saying nothing. She stared at his back for
a moment, then rising from her knees, seated herself in the
rocking chair.
"Goodman Wait was in terrible pain. If you had been there
I would have asked you to help him," she said at last.
He turned to her. "Do not ask me to help criminals, Ann.
I cannot."
"But they're poor human beingsjust like the rest of us."
"
"They are not! he said angrily. "Would you say that such
miserable shiftless wretches are the same as you and I? That
is talking utter nonsense! They are and will ever remain base,
coarse creatures, for God does not prosper the wicked."
"I don't see why it's wrong to help themeven if they are
poor lowly creatures," she murmured.
"It isn't wrong to help them when they are dutiful and
obedient. It is wrong to interfere with their just punishments."
"But Goodman Wait was punished so severely that"
"No punishment could be too severe for him," he inter
rupted. "He's a headstrong rebellious man, continually flout
ing authority. He should be shipped back to England as an
incorrigible."
"But why is he so bad, Jonathan? He did not seem so to
me.
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pushed back her cap and loosened her hair, letting it fall in a
golden shower over her shoulders. He burrowed his face in
the silky web and his arms encircled her body and pressed her
to him. "My beloved," he whispered.
Clinging to him, she felt herself lifted and borne backward.
There was no floor her feet trod on, no bed her body lay
upon, no room, no world only the ecstatic merging of herself
and Jonathan in boundless breathless union.
When they came back to earth, Jonathan raised himself on
his elbow and looked down at her tenderly. "How did I ever
live without you, Ann? To lie in your arms is to feel heaven
close. Heaven itself could have no more wondrous joy than
your honeyed body. You have ravished my heart with your
blue eyes; you have entangled me in the golden mesh of your
hair."
"Hush, Jonathan," she said in a trembling voice. "No, speak
though I can hardly bear the enchantment of your words."
He laid his head down on her shoulder, his auburn hair
falling softly against her bare skin. Her finger tips touched his
face lovingly as she listened to his whisperings.
In the first rapture of his love during the early days of his
marriage Jonathan sought to do all things pleasing to Ann. As
time passed some folks went so far as to say that he was more
anxious to do the will of Ann Grigg than the will of God.
The elders watched anxiously his growing tolerance under
the effect of his love for his wife. But happiness made the
world seem a better place to Jonathan, and its people more
well intentioned than they had seemed before. Unconsciously,
instead of condemning them for their ways, his thoughts now
turned toward means of helping them.
One day as he passed the blacksmith's forge on his way
to Mr. Nicholas Howen's house where there was to be a meet
ing of the elders and former magistrates, Jonathan heard the
sounds of lusty singing. He glanced in and saw a man and a
boy standing by the forge watching the blacksmith beat out
an iron horseshoe. All three were singing a most wanton ditty.
Her spencer
scarlet red
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plan."
"I want you to help me teach them."
"I'll love to, Jonathan. Where will you set up your school?"
"I stopped by at The Oaken Bell after I'd thought of the
idea, and Mistress Jones was good enough to say I could have
their old stable."
Ann looked at him mischievously. "I know Mistress Jones
is only too happy to do anything to please you."
He gave her a quick look, then smiled a little. "I'll have
the place cleaned and repainted and benches built for it," he
said, making no comment on her remark. "I'll also have Mr.
Green print some copies of hymns to distribute."
"I wonder if the people will be willing to limit their melo
dies to just the four we sing in meeting. They have such a
variety of tunes to their own songs," said Ann.
"I've thought of that. But why shouldn't we put sacred
words to some of their melodies?"
"Why not indeed?" cried Ann delightedly. "Why should
the Devil have all the good tunes?" she asked, quoting Martin
Luther.
It was not long before the singing class was established.
not only for the praise he received
Jonathan was proud of
officials
and clergy alike, but because the
from government
people themselves were so enthusiastic about it.
Jonathan and Ann taught the class to memorize the hymn
music, and distributed sheets with the words so that those
who were able to read could instruct the others. The poor and
shiftless flocked to the school to raise their voices in holy
praise and fear of the Lord. Goodman Wait often attended,
but occasionally his voice would be strangely off key, and
he would fall off the bench in the midst of his psalm singing
and have to be carried out of the place.
Gradually some of the music-loving church members came
to the class, for they found the singing there much better than
at meeting. So successful was the school that Jonathan started
others in various sections of the town. Their popularity be
came so great that the elders began to fear they were an
it,
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She laid down the sampler she was sewing and looked at
him admiringly. "How brilliant you are to think of such a
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worldly goods.
Ann was aware of Diligence Phillips's pride of goods and
position, and knew also, as everyone did, that the widow
looked with disfavor on her son's liking for the minister's
little bond servant. As for Deacon Hubbard, for all his sever
ity with the weaknesses of sinful man, he was entirely free
"I like
guess
what
said?"
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house, and
we thought
He remained silent.
"Who was it?" said Ann sharply. "Who thought I disliked
you?"
"I did."
"It wasn't you," protested Abigail. "It wasn't Cressy, Mis
tress Grigg. It was Dorcas said it."
"Dorcas? Why should she say such a thing?" Ann felt that
on the brink of learning the reason for the Hubbard
children's unaccountable aloofness. She saw Abigail and In
crease exchange glances; then they looked at her.
she was
"Well?"
"I
she asked.
Increase,
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Ann
"I
s gentleness.
CHAPTER
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XI
Under the late fall sun, Dorcas and Increase roamed along
the shore picking bayberries for candlemaking. Every New
England household was now preparing for winter. The
men hunted in the deep forests. They killed deer, moose,
black bear, and wild turkey. In the town, cows, hogs, and
oxen were slaughtered. The women cured the meat and
melted down the lard. They made sausage, headcheese, and
butter. They brewed beer from barley corn and made wines
from rhubarb, elderberry, and cowslips. For the long barren
winter days ahead they stored away bins of potatoes, carrots,
onions, turnips, cabbages, and apples; barrels of vinegar and
cider; jars of pickles and preserved fruits and candies. High
on the beams extending the length of the kitchen ceilings they
hung hams, game, and sides of bacon. Children sat by
their firesides knitting pairs of woolen stockings and mittens,
hoping, as they hoped each year, that the thick weave would
protect their feet and hands from frostbite.
Now was the time of candlemaking, the great autumnal
task to lighten the darkness of winter. There was tallow made
from moose fat, deer suet, bear's grease, and beeswax. But the
most beautiful of all candles was that made from the bayberry,
fragrant as incense, transparently green as a sea wave.
As Dorcas picked the tiny wax-coated berries from the
gnarled bushes and dropped them into her basket, she crushed
some between her fingers, loving the pungent fragrance. Her
scarlet cloak swept back from her shoulders in the strong
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wind and her dark curling hair blew about her face in wild
freedom.
Increase, happy and excited in the exhilarating rush of sea
air, spoke aloud the thoughts that had been gathering. "Mis
tress Grigg is like this wind," he cried, throwing back his
head and feeling its cool fresh sting on his face. "She sweeps
away all the evil in the air and makes one feel sinless."
A dark look came over Dorcas's face. "What spell has she
put on you these last days that you do naught but talk about
her?"
spoiling you."
"She hasn't spoiled me. She makes me feel I'm better than
was."
"Well, you're not better than you thought you were! And
she'd better watch out or she'll be following Ann Hutchin
son's footsteps if she isn't careful."
"Oh, Dorcas, don't compare her to that heretic."
"Well, you'd almost think she believed she was guided by
Divine Light and not needing the authority of the ministers.
What right has she to say that people are good when the
ministers tell us that all mankind have bad hearts!"
thought
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"What did
she
I know
true!"
"It
"It
get into trouble with following her ways. She's wicked and
haughty
Quaker."
"Don't be always calling people names," he muttered in
as a
exasperation.
"But
as
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"No. What?"
"She was taken to the common with two others of her kind
to be hanged. They were two men, one was William Robin
son and the other was Marmaduke Stephenson. They were
hanged speedily, but Mary Dyer was only obliged to sit on a
ladder with her arms and legs bound and a rope around her
neck to give her a good scare. Then she was let down and
banished."
She came
right back again a few months later and said she was going
to live here."
"Was
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gabies say about her. And Stephen likes her so much he's even
mending his mischievous ways."
"Stephen Brooks isn't always about the minister's house to
listen to Mistress Grigg, you ninny. He just uses that as an
excuse to see Nibby oftener."
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"You're lying!"
"I'm not lying. He told me so himself. And he told me that
Mrs. Grigg praises him all the time in front of Nibby, and
that she's helping him win her away from you."
"She's not! You're only lying!" He snatched up his basket
and musket and clambered down the rocks to get away from
her. As he went on, seeking another patch of bayberry bushes,
he tried not to believe what she had said. But he remembered
that Mistress Grigg had indeed often praised Stephen, and
that Abigail was listening. There might be some truth in his
sister's accusation.
When Dorcas had almost filled her basket she saw young
Dr. Bibber riding along the shore. She called and waved to
him, and he immediately swerved and rode toward her.
"What are you doing here alone?" he shouted as he came
near.
She did not answer, but waited until he rode close to her.
Then she glanced up at him provocatively. "I'm not alone,"
she said.
watching."
he?
don't
see
him."
it,
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"He's down by that rock. There see he's raised his head.
He wouldn't leave me unprotected." She laughed at the min
gled relief and disappointment in Henry's face.
"Come down below with me where he can't see us," he
said, lowering his voice as though afraid her brother could
hear him even from that distance.
She shook her head.
"Please, Dorcas," he urged, taking her arm and trying to
draw her with him.
She pulled away, still shaking her head.
"Please, Dorcas. Just for a minute. I won't try to kiss you, I
promise. Maybe you'll dance for me, will you?" he added,
knowing her love of dancing and that an audience to see her
was a temptation she could scarcely resist. He was right, for
after a brief hesitation she picked up her basket and ran lightly
down behind the ledge of rocks.
Henry Bibber followed her. He seated himself on a rock,
stretching out his booted feet comfortably as she began danc
ing in the grass before him. Her hands and arms wove intricate
patterns, and the lithe limbs under the swirl of her dress and
petticoats flowed in seductive motion.
Unable to restrain himself, Henry sprang up and caught
her to his breast. As he bent his head over her, she closed her
eyes. Soft and acquiescent in his arms, she took his avid kisses
on her mouth. She dreamed it was another holding her, gave
her lips in wild abandon to another. Then she opened her
eyes, and seeing the kindly freckled face of the doctor above
her instead of the face she loved, gave a little choking cry and
freed herself from his arms.
"What is
my sweetest Dorcas? Oh, why don't you have
me, proper and married, instead of these stolen moments?"
She did not answer.
"Why don't you have me, Dorcas?" he pleaded.
She turned away, and without answering, without even
looking at him, picked up her basket.
"Dorcas! Please don't go."
She ran off without heeding him, and heaving
deep sigh
the young doctor remounted his horse and rode on.
Back in the house, Dorcas saw that Increase had not yet
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of her soul.
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"No!"
let ripen."
is
it
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at her
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If
her time to come out of his power and she'll be able to tell us
what happened."
She saw them sitting watching her, waiting for her to cease
weeping. If only she could weep forever and never have to
repeat the terrible words she had spoken. If only Mr. Grigg
would lay his strong hand upon her to give her courage. But
she had raised his anger against her. How could she ever quell
it? She grew quiet with hopelessness.
"Well, Dorcas Hubbard?"
"I don't know why I said what I did. It was not you who
followed me while I ran through the woods. I called and
called but you did not answer. You would have answered if
you heard me calling. They were not your footsteps that
awoke me Benjamin's, perhaps, or Cressy's not yours."
Her quiet stream of confession washed the minister clean.
The terrifying bright anger of his eyes faded. "Why then did
you accuse me?" he asked, his voice almost gentle now.
"I don't know, sir. You are the best and kindest and godliest person in the whole world. It was not out of my own ill
will, but Satan took hold of my tongue Yes, Satan," she said
eagerly, seeing the flash of his eyes at the hated name. "They
fear you in hell, Mr. Grigg, and seek to harm you. I was but
the vile instrument they used. I did feel I was in the Devil's
power. I told my father so."
Deacon Hubbard nodded, and Jonathan's heart went out to
her in pity for the devil that had possessed her. He laid his
hand upon her black clustering curls. "Don't fear, Dorcas.
We are here to help you now."
At the touch of his hand, at the tenderness of his voice, her
heart quickened with joy. Somehow she seemed closer to him
now than ever before.
"Oh, pray for me, Mr. Grigg. Pray for me though I am not
am so vile and wicked."
worthy of
though
shall
"Of course
pray for you, poor child. Though God
have
caused
me great distress by your abuse.
knows you
it,
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any other than your father had heard the accusation you
made against me, he might have made more of it."
"I'll never accuse you again, never! Though my tongue be
torn from my mouth," said Dorcas fiercely.
"She shall be given a fitting punishment for what she has
done," said her father. "The ducking stool will cool her fire
rather this remain between ourselves without pubhe punishment," said Jonathan. "I cannot believe that Dorcas
would intentionally seek to harm me."
The deacon's snaggy brows drew together. "You are be
come too clement, Mr. Grigg, for the weal of those under
your care."
Jonathan was silent for a moment, and Dorcas wondered if
he would change his decision because of her father's criticism.
Suddenly she wished that he would, that she could suffer for
hurting him as she had.
Finally he said, "Your daughter has acknowledged her fault
it
it;
and is repentant, John. That is all that is needed from her. But
I want time to think about this strange happening. If the
witchcraft so prevalent abroad had shown itself in our land, I
should think there was something of witchcraft in it."
"We did have a taint of it here some years ago," said the
was before your time.
it
it
But we stamped
out before
made any headway by hang
ing the witch, Mrs. Hibbins, and its earlier outcropping in an
other witch, Margaret Jones."
Jonathan started. "Now that you mention their names
remember my father telling me of them. God grant the foul
creatures do not get another start among us."
"We must be ever watchful against them," said Mr. Hub
bard. "The Devil will never cease trying to avenge himself on
us for wresting this territory from him and his savages."
Jonathan rose, and Dorcas sprang up and stood beside him.
"Pray God to keep your soul in peace, Dorcas," he said. "I
special prayer for you tonight."
The thought of being in his mind when he was gone from
her made her dark eyes shine with joy. She looked up at him
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"I would
asked
in wonderment.
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Jonathan."
"She is fond of me, dear; she has been since she was a little
girl. But she was under the spell of Satan."
"I don't think she was under any spell at all," said Ann. "I
think it was simply her own love of mischief making."
"You must not say that, dear. The daughter of John Hub
bard is a good and pious girl. If you had seen her fright over
her experience and her pitiful prayers for help, you would
not say such a thing. You seem to have no fear, Ann, of the
invisible world. But there is much in it to terrify the bravest
heart. The fight is never equal between us and the legions of
darkness."
see
Ann.
CHAPTER
Xll
Old Dr.
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fading fast and his white hair was dank on his skull-like head.
Of his twenty children only young Dr. Bibber remained alive,
but in this son, whom he had taught all his knowledge of
medicine, his name and fame would survive.
He opened his dry lips and mumbled incoherently. Mistress
Bibber bent over him and tried to catch the words, but she
could not understand what he wanted. His eyes rolled toward
the minister, and Jonathan rose and leaned over him.
"What is it?" he asked. "What troubles you?"
With a great effort the old man raised his voice. "Your long
praying," he croaked impatiently.
The next moment he fell back into the arms of his Maker.
Old Dr. Bibber's last words sent a gale of secret laughter
through the community. Indeed, many would have liked to
have said the same thing to the ministers, and not waited until
their dying day to say it.
As the deceased was of Jonathan's congregation, Ann at
tended the funeral. The Widow Bibber's grievance against
her for urging her son to break the law by helping Goodman
Wait had long since been forgiven. She welcomed Ann
warmly and complimented her on her beautiful costume, the
yellow flowered damask gown and the diamond earrings
sparkling under the gold-laced cap.
Food and drink were in abundance to give honor to old
Dr. Bibber. Funeral gifts of gloves were given to the presid
ing magistrate, to the minister, and to the coffin bearers. The
magistrate and Jonathan received costly pairs of purple velvet
and the underbearers cheaper white cotton ones. Jonathan
also received one of the mourning rings that were distributed
to friends, relatives, and dignitaries. At home he had a drawer
full of scarves and gloves given him as funeral, wedding, and
christening gifts. He had an urn half full of mourning rings,
each one of gold, enameled in black with designs of death's
heads, winged skulls, and coffins, and bearing various inscrip
tions as "Prepare for Death," "Love Is Above All," "Prepared
Be to Follow Me," and the name or initials of the deceased
with the date of his or her death. Sometimes the poorer minis
ters of the colony sold these funeral gifts, as well as their
presents received at weddings and baptisms, thus adding to
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it
it,
it
"I
It
it
good-natured, simple,
Jeremiah Jones had always been
honest man, but now he was changing. He was drinking more
of his own liquor than was good for him. He was quarreling
with old friends, and making boon companion of an Indian
who he said had saved his life in tussle with bear. When
man who had always been obedient to the laws suddenly be
gan breaking them there was no telling where he would stop.
Although many who saw the change in Jeremiah sympa
thized with his wife, Goody Gower had told Ann that
was
Mistress Jones herself who had changed him. She had treated
him with such scant respect since her marriage that he had
even come to think meanly of himself.
was Theophilia also,
according to Goody Gower, who had inveigled Jeremiah into
setting up the gaming room to satisfy her growing greediness
for wealth.
it,
8?
it
it
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It
it
it,
head. She
The morning after the funeral Ann was awaiting the arrival
said
they
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Now he
lips. It was
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house,
for
old
aloofness.
The morning
passed pleasantly
as
"I
said
It was
ever tasted."
"Would you like some now? I'll have Betsy make it," said
Ann quickly, not to be remiss a second time.
"On, no, don't, for I can't say I like the stuff, even if it is
such a delicacy.
"It shouldn't
Ann.
"Well, I didn't let it stand. I
She called to Abigail who was just passing the door. "Oh,
Nibby. Stop moment and make us some tea, please."
A look of disappointment came over Abigail's face. "I was
is
it
get
to
make
for
you?"
Betsy
"Of course you could. Tell her then, and run along." Ann
turned to the others. "Nibby loves bayberry picking, and
can't say blame her for wanting to be out on this beautiful
on us."
day. There won't be many more before winter
"Don't you think you and Mr. Grigg indulge the girl too
it, a
is
"I know
It
as
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is
it
it,
ate
isn't
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has a
9*
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Mrs. Hubbard.
"Yes, I heard it too," said Dorothy Dwine. "Mr. Dwine
says that we'll see all the people of the countryside wearing
silver and gold they're so puffed up with pride since they
were given the vote. Though, of course, the vote's now been
taken away from all of us. But I must say I myself don't mind
the sight of finery, wherever it is. I let my black Lucy wear
some of my ribbons and earrings about the house, she looks
so pretty in them. And I bought a beautiful white horsehair
wig trimmed with red ribbons for Amos. It looks wondrous
framing his big black face."
"Mr. Hubbard and Mr. Grigg do not approve the wearing
of wigs, especially on the slaves," said Mistress Hubbard.
"I know they don't, but then the Reverend Mr. Lewis does,
content."
of the after
noon, Ann's thoughts kept reverting to the pitiful plight of
the Quaker women. When her friends finally left, she hur
riedly packed a basket of food and set out for the jail.
As she approached the gloomy stone building she looked
around carefully to make sure no one was watching, cautious
now for Jonathan's sake. But she saw no one, and quickly
opened the door and entered.
The jailer was a tall gray old man with grim features. He
looked with surprise at the minister's wife and bowed defer
rest
entially.
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The cell was scarcely five feet high, dark and evil smelling.
Pale streams of light came from two slits in the stone wall. Dim
figures were huddled about the floor, and strange sounds were
coming from one corner. There were men and women here
and a child not more than ten years old. Ann had known that
offenders of both sexes were imprisoned together and that
under the law any child over seven was responsible for the
commitment of a crime, but the full significance of this had
never impressed her until she saw the actual scene before her
eyes. She shuddered at the physical closeness of these people
crowded together, at their lack of privacy and the degrada
tion and humiliation of it all.
"There are the Quaker women," said Thomas, pointing
out two shadowy figures seated on a narrow bench under one
of the chinks of light.
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apples from her basket and laid the food on their laps. "I have
brought something for you to eat," she said softly.
Chains rattled on the wrists of the women as their fingers
closed greedily over the food. "Thank thee, mistress. God
bless thee," came their ghostly voices.
Ann laid a jug of cider on the bench beside them. She
looked with wonder on these strange creatures whose hereti
cal opinions made them outcasts from the community. They
rejected baptism and communion, oaths and war. They said
God was the sole lawgiver and the Bible his lawbook, and
they did not believe that people were shut away from com
munion with God except through the intercession of ministers.
It was not even a kingdom of heaven they believed in, with
its ranking seraphim and cherubim, archangels, angels, proph
ets, saints, and purged sinners, but rather some visionary
heaven where rank was abolished and all were equal under
God.
Yet for
only pity
had torn their neckerchiefs into strips and bound them about
their wrists where the heavy chains had rubbed them sore.
From the far corner the strange human sounds had now
ceased, and she wondered what was going on there yet dared
not look. But Thomas Dwine had seen the man and woman
there and knew it was a whore plying her trade.
He had taken an apple from Ann's basket and given it to
the child. The little boy said his name was Jolly Death, and
Thomas thought of the sardonic humor of that father who
had added such a baptismal name to his son's surname. Good
man Death, he now learned, had lately been drowned while
fishing in the bay, and the widow was so drunken with grief
and rum that she often neglected to feed her child. So Jolly
had been whipped once for thievery and was now imprisoned
for his second offense. When Thomas promised him that he
could come and work for him when he had served his sen
tence the child gave only an indifferent nod.
Suddenly a deep quivering male voice began singing some
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where in the prison. It was one of the mad songs sung by Bed
lamites who roamed the English villages, laughing and danc
ing and singing for their suppers.
From the hag and hungry goblin
That into rags would rend ye,
And the spirit that stands
By the naked man
In the book of moons defend ye,
That of your five sound senses
You never be forsaken,
Nor wander from
Yourselves with Tom
In
the tumult.
no prying eyes
you.
see
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If
restrain
want to
you have no care for
"I
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While
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street,
then
it
"Oh, Jonathan!"
"I
she cried.
horrible place."
"What were you doing in the jail?" he asked in astonish
ment.
"I
me.
"You would?"
she asked in
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the snow that had fallen down the chimney during the night.
The smoke from the fireplaces stung the eyes of Betsy and
Abigail as they worked in the kitchen, and of Ann and Jona
than as they worked in the study. As Ann spun or sewed
clothes for the household, Jonathan worked on the compila
tion of the sermons he had preached through the year so that
they might be in order for printing in book form in the
spring. Sometimes the ink froze overnight in his ink glass and
he would have to thaw it out for use in the morning.
Then at last the weather tempered enough for road break
ing. Deacon Hubbard, the roadmaster, yoked his two teams of
oxen to the snow plow and with his son Increase and his as
sistants broke out the road to the tavern through the great
snow drifts. At The Oaken Bell the men warmed themselves
with boisterous talk of the winter's doings and with steaming
hot toddies set up by Jeremiah Jones and his wife. Then they
set out again. At each neighbor's house a yoke of oxen was
added until the train numbered eighteen hitched in a long line
to the plow.
Straining and pulling, the strong docile beasts moved
slowly forward, encouraged by the shouts of men and boys.
Roads to other taverns were broken, then roads to the meet
ing houses, the schools, and the doctor's house.
Young men and boys, filled with excitement and gaiety in
the crisp frosty air, tried out their new snowshoes and flung
volleys of snowballs at each other and at the houses of their
chosen maidens. Stephen Brooks and Increase Hubbard bom
barded the house of Mr. Grigg, and were rewarded by the
sight of Abigail's laughing face in the window.
frosty fragrant air and the good strong drinks, telling tales
and singing hymns and ballads.
On the last afternoon of the sugar making, women and
girls rode out for cleaning-up work and for a frolic. Theophilia Jones, eager for excitement despite the burden of the
child she was carrying, rode out with the younger girls to get
some jugs of sugar for her use in the tavern. She came to the
camp where Stephen Brooks was working, bringing with her
Abigail, Forsaken Howen, and several other girls. Mr. Cooper,
the owner of the camp, was master of ceremonies, and he saw
to it that everyone had a taste of the maple sugar. Boys and
girls dropped the steaming syrup into the snow to turn to
candy, then nibbled some and stored the rest in sacks to take
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home.
Stephen, with red cheeks and eyes bright with fun and ex
citement, tried in vain to get Abigail to slip off with him
away from the others.
"Would you if it was Cressy asking you?" he challenged.
"Maybe I would, and maybe I wouldn't," she replied with
an independent little toss of her bright head. But she knew in
her heart that she would go if it was Cressy asking, as she had
gone before, and more than once.
To make Abigail jealous, Stephen sidled his skinny body up
to Forsaken and began whispering to her. He knew she was
indeed forsaken since Mr. Thomas Dwine had grown lax in
his tentative courting of her after the arrival in town of Mis
tress Grigg. In a few moments first Stephen and then
Forsaken rose from the circle around the fire and disappeared.
As the purple twilight spread over the camp, Mr. Hub
bard and his men came by with the snow plow on their way
homeward. While his men gathered about the fire to warm
themselves and have a drink, Mr. Hubbard went into the
woods to tend to his needs. Suddenly he heard strange whis
pering sounds, and going forward cautiously with the noiseless
tread of the hunter, he saw a great form lying on the ground,
darker than the dark shadows of the trees.
"Who is that?" he cried.
At the sound of his voice the odd form broke into two the
figure of a man and a girl. They scrambled to their feet, each
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light
to see by. But you doubtless wouldn't have been doing what
you were doing if there was a better light."
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at home."
too praised Stephen for protecting the girl, and Increase was
again confirmed in his belief that the minister's wife favored
Stephen against him in his affection for Nibby.
At last, to put an end to his suspicions, Abigail swore him
to secrecy and told him she thought the girl was Forsaken
Howen. But when Increase challenged Forsaken she denied it
as indignantly as Abigail had and he could not be sure who
was lying and who telling the truth.
In the pulpits the ministers thundered against the sin of
fornication. "It is become too common a practice," raged the
Reverend Eleazar Shippen, his black hair about his pale angry
face making him look like an angel of wrath. "We hear too
ioo
thing?"
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he shouted.
the tail of the fish dangling before his eyes, made the deacon
aware of the thing he had done. He took the fish from his
head and held it before him, staring at it. Must not this act of
his and the ridicule it had brought upon him be a sign from
the Lord? His conscience was not clear, for upon his return
home after days of road breaking he had heedlessly sinned
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In early
rejoicing.
Later reports confirmed the news, and in vain did the Gov
ernor attempt to maintain order among the seething towns
men. In vain did he attempt to forbid meetings. The ministers
and former magistrates gathered daily to discuss the best
action to be taken. Word had gone out to the surrounding
countryside and day after day people swarmed into Boston,
filled with hatred and plans for revenge against the royal
governor.
On
selves
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"I
of Orange."
"Aye, William! William of Orange!" cheered the mob.
"We
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it?"
"That
is treacherous
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In the cold of
At
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son was like a hunger in him, and until he could see a fair
boy of his own flesh and blood in the world beside him he
would never be satisfied. It was the one lack in his and Ann's
happiness. Often he searched his conscience to find what
thought or action merited this punishment, but could find
nothing sufficiently censorable to warrant it. All he could do
was pray that God might some day bestow this blessing upon
him. Just as he prayed and fasted for Prince William's victory
in England, so he prayed and fasted that he might be given
the son for whom his heart yearned.
It was in the latter part of May that one of Jonathan's
prayers was answered. Word came from over the sea that the
revolution had been successful. William and Mary were firmly
established upon the throne of England. They had signed a
great document, the Bill of Rights, which promised that they
and their successors would forever preserve the liberties of the
English people.
Sir Edmund Andros's tyrannical rule was over, and he was
sent back home to England. A Council of Safety and Con
servation of the Peace, with Mr. Simon Bradstreet as presi
dent, was established to rule the colony until Their Majesties'
, further wishes were known. But soon after this, war broke
out between England and France. The affairs of the colony
were neglected by the British Sovereigns and the people con
tinued to govern themselves as they had done formerly under
their old charter.
Not until spring of the following year did England send
help to the colonists who were fighting against the French of
New France and their Indian allies. In Boston, ships were now
fitted out and sailed north with the King's soldiers, though
life in the town went on much the same as usual.
One day late that fall, Jonathan stopped by to talk with his
deacon, now elected to the Board of Selectmen, about a guard
for the watchhouse that had been built in the north section of
town. Mr. Hubbard was engaged in building a new barn and
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black bird.
"I've seen talking parrots but never a bird like this," said
Jonathan, holding up the cage and looking at the bird curi
ously.
it,
it
it
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his place was crowded with neighbors who had come to help
him. Mistress Hubbard was bustling about, seeing that the
men were kept supplied with food and drink, and in the house
Dorcas was cooking.
When Jonathan sat down to talk with her father, Dorcas
watched him greedily. There was no one like him in Boston
in the whole world. She was starved for the sight of him
nowadays, seeing him rarely, except at Sabbath services. Now
that he had a wife in his own house he had stopped his regular
visits to the Hubbards. No more did he sit here beside her, or
summon her to his study to help him arrange and copy his
sermons. She was not needed by him now; she was forgotten
except when they met by chance.
As she stirred the soup with the ladle, Dorcas looked
yearningly on the minister's face. Why could he not have
loved her? Bent that proud head over her and looked at her
tenderly with his wonderful eyes, bent lower and let her
touch his soft hair, and finally held her tight against his
strong body and pressed his lips to her mouth.
A soft voice she hated broke her dream. There was Mistress
Grigg in the doorway, greeting her husband and the deacon.
She was carrying a wicker birdcage in which was a strange
no
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deserve."
the fireplace, Ann ran her hand caressingly up his arm and
touched his cheek with her finger tips. "Be careful, or Mr.
Hubbard will accuse you also of too much tolerance."
Jonathan pressed the hand she held against his cheek, giving
it a kiss before releasing it. "They're waiting for me down at
Town House. You make me forget everything."
Ann started to the door with him, but feeling her shoelace
loose, thrust forward her foot and stooped to tie it.
"Wait. Let me fix it," said Jonathan, and getting down on
one knee, bent over to tie it for her.
Dorcas, forgotten in her corner, felt jealousy mounting
during the tender scene she had witnessed. But at the sight of
in
the minister on his knee before his wife, she could restrain her
self no longer. Furiously, she clanked the heavy pot on the
lug pole.
Ann and Jonathan looked over startled. A faint flush rose to
Jonathan's face as he realized all she had seen and heard.
"There," he said, giving Ann's foot a little pat before rising.
"Be careful, or you'll trip and hurt yourself like that."
"You concern yourself too much about me, but I love you
folks."
asked.
"I
it,
"Then
it
is
is
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amusement.
"You sound very diligent, Dorcas," she said.
"I have to prepare food for the men," snapped Dorcas, and
then lower, "I can't stand around and be waited on like some
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"It
"
you criticize your pastor!
"I wasn't speaking against him."
Blue eyes blazed across into black eyes. "You were speak
ing against me then?"
The anger in Ann's face, usually so serene, frightened Dor
cas. She lowered her eyes and turned away. She made no
dare
answer.
is
it
it
it
it
is
is,
"Well, whatever
As Ann started to
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"How
"3
righteousness."
Ann stared at her fascinated, "I would never have believed
a human creature capable of such deception!" she cried. "I
have a good mind to report this to Mr. Grigg."
"Oh, Mistress Grigg, what would you report? I was just
telling Cressy how I showed Judge Howen that he was mis
taken in thinking me doing wrong."
She stood there such a picture indeed of tearful innocence
that Ann almost doubted her own senses.
"This is even more extraordinary play acting than your
recitations," she marveled.
"Please don't tell on her, Mistress Grigg," begged Increase.
"Dorcas meant no harm, and you are always telling us to be
"This matter
has naught
it
It
it,
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should we?"
He would not look up into her face, but feeling the tender
ness of her hands, mumbled, "No, Mistress Grigg."
"Then do not condone the lies of your sister. Lies conceal
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us from one another and we are all too deeply hidden as it is."
She waited, but he was silent.
"Well, I won't report her this time, for your sake. Will you
come to see me later today and we'll have one of our old talks
together?"
He glanced
done."
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XVI
As winter
rapture.
When
maternal grandfather.
Going about her daily tasks, feeling the growth of life
within her, Ann marveled at the great wonder of one day see
ing her own child before her. She endured the morning nausea
"5
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"Dr. Bibber
has some
"You
Goody Gower,"
she urged.
"Tell
me
it,
queerness."
"The earth is also troubled when great changes take place
in it," said Ann dreamily. "Strange things sometimes befall
but must endure them as well as may, and not be diverted
from its care of the good seed."
As Goody Gower left them and went into the kitchen,
it
it
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it
on an errand.
"God give you good day, Mr. Grigg," she greeted him.
"God keep you, Dorcas."
"
"Are you on your way to our house? she asked timidly.
"No, I'm not." He smiled at her. "Mistress Grigg tells me
that I've been neglectful in visiting you, and I've promised her
that I'll come just as soon as have time."
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Grigg. We do miss you so very
much." But she had no gratitude for Mrs. Grigg, only joy at
the thought of his coming to the house again.
"I can't stop now though," he said. "I'm on my way to the
harbor to board the ship from the Barbadoes."
Dorcas gave startled exclamation.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You must not go there, Mr. Grigg! Yellow fever has
broken out on that ship!"
"It
blessing
indeed, Dorcas.
a
"Isn't
it
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it,
you,
might have gone on the ship with
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out being stopped and caught the contagion. You were cer
tainly sent to me by Providence."
Dorcas blushed with happiness. "I am so thankful the Lord
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CHAPTER
XVII
On a bright June
curiosity.
When
window the
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Dorcas knew,
sisted
Jonathan.
"Yes, for dancing is a movement of the feet," Mr. Lewis
pointed out.
"And every other part of the sinful body!" cried a voice.
"Mr. Tilden is ripening our children for hell!"
"Nonsense!" protested Jonathan. "Solomon himself said
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moment?"
"What
is
it?"
abruptly as she saw Mistress Grigg coming out from the edge
of the woods.
Jonathan followed the direction of her gaze and an expres
sion of relief came over his face at the sight of his wife. He
murmured a hurried farewell and went toward Ann, leaving
Dorcas to walk sullenly away.
"Where have you been, Ann?" Jonathan greeted her. "I
missed you, and you know how I worry when you aren't at
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home."
"I was walking in the cool of the forest, Jonathan."
"But I must forbid you to do things like this. I want you to
stay close to the house now that you are so near your time."
"I am only in my eighth month," she laughed. "You dis
turb yourself too much about me."
"It is natural that I should," he insisted. "I'm uneasy all
the time I am not with you. I never know what new danger
Ann.
"That
Gower,"
said
would,"
by herself?"
she
V3
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"It
"I
hope no
if I
haven't
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been able
CHAPTER
XVIII
On his way to Town House where
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"I
behold."
"I
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said
Mr. Howen.
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to be executed at once.
That same afternoon, Mr. Tilden, happily unaware of his
imminent departure, was in the midst of painting his barn.
Now that he thought himself firmly established in Boston he
had decided to make the old barn more attractive, and had al
ready covered two sides of it with brilliant red paint. He
stood on the ladder beginning the third side, while below him
Stephen, Benjamin, Mercy, and several other children watched
admiringly.
Suddenly they saw the burly figure of Captain Morgan
striding down the lane toward them, and scampered off to
hide themselves in the bushes nearby until he should pass.
But the Captain did not pass. He stopped below the ladder
and in a loud voice proclaimed Mr. Timothy Tilden's crime
and the penalty decreed for it. "And so," he concluded, look
ing up into the dancing master's astonished and angry face,
"I warn you off the face of the earth, sir."
"Do you indeed!" cried Mr. Tilden in a rage. And scram
bling down the ladder, he ran light as a bird up to the marshal
and shook the dripping paint brush in his face. "Well, let me
tell you, Captain Morgan, I shan't get off the face of the earth
at your command! Nor at the command of anybody else
except God!"
The Captain grasped the wildly waving hand that held the
paint brush. "That is but the legal form of warning you out
of town, Mr. Tilden," he said sternly.
"The legal form, is it? And worded that way, no doubt, be
cause you think Boston is the whole earth! Well, let me tell
you, sir, Boston is not the earth and thank God for it! I'll be
glad to leave, for I've had enough and more than enough of
your long faces around here. The only thing I'll regret in
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smaller children ran out from their hiding places. All except
Benjamin stood looking at the abandoned dancing school for
lornly. Even Benjamin felt he would miss watching the
dancing almost as much as the others would miss their lessons.
Suddenly Stephen's gaze fell upon the bucket of paint. A
glint came into his eyes. "There's likely a better use for that
paint than lying idle there," he remarked with a grin.
Negro
slave.
"All right,"
masks
for us."
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Peeking over the window sill, they saw Lucy ironing, and
a heaping basket of clothes beside her assured them she would
stay there until they were ready for her.
Mercy returned with the masks, which they fastened on,
and then they waited for their scout to come back and report.
They did not have to wait long, for he soon came running
and brought the good news that Amos was hard at work in
the fields and not likely to interrupt.
Stephen led the rush into the cabin. Before Lucy had time
to know what was happening she found herself held down on
the floor by strong small hands, and then a sturdy boy was
painting her face in what felt like queer evil designs.
"
"You wicked children! she cried. "Why must you always
bedevil poor Lucy and get her a beating" Her mouth shut
quickly as the paint brush flicked across her tongue and teeth.
She could only lie helplessly, with eyes and mouth closed, as
they did what they pleased with her. When the boy finished
painting her face, someone pulled her cap off and slashed the
red paint through her woolly hair. None of them uttered a
word for fear of being recognized, and she heard only muffled
laughter from beneath the masks.
At last they finished, and shrieked with delight and fear at
the sight of her. This time she looked more wondrously
frightening than when they had painted her before, for this
time Benjamin Hubbard was with them. He himself looked
with rapture on his designs of wiggling serpents and big cir
cles with dots in them like horrid staring eyes. Taking one
last lingering look, the children set her free, then rushed away
before she could rise and catch hold of them.
"Lord, what will I do now?" muttered Lucy despairingly.
She knew it was useless to appeal to her master when she could
not name the culprits. She thought she recognized little
Mercy's giggle, but she could not be sure, and without proof
it would do her no good to accuse the daughter of her master
and mistress. The last time when the children had painted her
they had also worn masks and she had been unable to name
any of them. Judge Dwine had then decided that she had done
the painting herself out of some barbarous vanity and had her
whipped. Now, if he saw her painted again, he would cer
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tainly decree
wash off the paint as he had done before, and this time with
out anyone knowing.
Making sure that no one was watching from the big house,
she slipped
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XIX
Toward sundown Ann was sitting in the coolness of
den. Tall hollyhocks, pink and lavender, towered over
her gar
the lowgrowing herbs of the border. Red and pink English roses
bloomed fragrantly on their bushes, and blue and yellow and
rose lupine swayed delicate blossoms in the soft breeze from
the sea. Ann's sturdy fingers lovingly stitched silver lace on
if
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she
whis
pered.
She raised her head smiling, and at that moment saw in the
distance by the woods' edge the figure of Dorcas Hubbard.
She thought that perhaps Dorcas was watching for the minis
ter's return to plead with him again for his help, and decided
to tell Dorcas that Jonathan had already agreed to intercede
with her father. Having heard nothing yet of the order issued
that morning for the dancing master's banishment, Ann was
still hopeful of her husband's success in his mission.
She rose now and waved to Dorcas. But apparently Dorcas
did not see her, for she moved further into the forest. Ann put
down her sewing, and leaving the garden, set out after her.
She walked slowly and carefully, cautious now for her child's
sake.
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ask
cessful."
In the bushes close by Lucy was hiding. She had fallen
asleep in the hot sweet grass, and waked at hearing Ann's
first calling of Dorcas. When she recognized the voice of the
minister's wife her heart bounded hopefully. Perhaps Mrs.
Grigg would help her, for she was always good and kind to
those in trouble. She raised herself cautiously from the crushed
grass and crouched, peering through the tangle of bushes. She
watched Mrs. Grigg lean against the tree trunk and then come
slowly to where Dorcas was standing just opposite the bushes.
Slowly Lucy lifted her head up over the bush that concealed
her. She raised her voice, soft and husky. "Mistress Grigg,"
she called.
At the sound of her voice Ann and Dorcas turned, startled.
They saw a weird and terrible head, red and black, with wild
flaming hair and gleaming black eyes that looked directly at
them.
They screamed in terror. Before Lucy could utter a word
they were running like mad things, Dorcas shrieking, "A
demon! A demon!"
Ann, burdened with the weight of the child, could not keep
up the wild flight. She felt the wind of terror cold in her hair.
Suddenly her flesh was rent savagely. She fell to the ground,
pressing her hands against her agonized body.
"Wait, Dorcas! Wait!" she cried desperately. "Oh, take its
"O God,"
...
its claws
. . .
it's
killing me."
"No,"
It
It
it
it,
it,
he said
it
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arms.
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It
it
is
it
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It
it
it
it
it,
on his coat, drew out his knife and cut the umbilical cord and
tied it. He took off his shirt and wrapped the infant in it.
seemed the babe was not breathing. He patted
Looking at
sudden terrible fear for its life filled him.
gently, and
flashed through his mind that he must baptize
at once so
that whatever happened to its body its soul might be saved.
He half rose to go to stream nearby to get water for the
baptism. At that moment Ann recovered consciousness, and at
his movement to rise, her arms went about his neck, holding
him.
"Don't leave me," she whispered.
"I must, my dearest. must baptize the babe."
"No, no. Stay with me. Oh, don't leave me, Jonathan."
Her hands held him with strength of love and longing that
he could not break.
He looked at the infant lying there on his coat wrapped in
his white shirt.
looked better now; there was surely noth
ing amiss with it. He stayed beside Ann, comforting her until
she quieted. Then her arms slipped from his neck and she
lapsed again into unconsciousness.
A long echoing shout came through the forest, and Jona
than called back desperately. A few moments later John
Hubbard and his wife came running up. They had heard the
strange tale from Dorcas and were come to give assistance.
Mercy Hubbard at once went to the infant and picked
dangling by its legs and slapped its back, an
up. She held
anxious look on her face. The deacon was kneeling beside
Jonathan, looking down at Ann's white drained face.
"I'll fetch water to bring her around," he said, rising.
"I meant to get some before to baptize the babe but could
not leave her," said Jonathan.
Mistress Hubbard looked over at him and her eyes were
filled with tears. "It too late now to baptize it," she said.
cry
Jonathan stared up at her unbelievingly. Then with
of maddened pain he sprang toward her. "No!" he shouted.
"No!" He snatched the infant from her arms and stared down
at it. Then he saw that she spoke the truth. The child was
dead.
"Inscrutable
God!"
he
cried,
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raising
stricken
eyes
to
heaven. "Why hast Thou done this to me? Why has my son
been taken from me?"
"The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, Jonathan,"
said John Hubbard, his harsh voice soft with pity.
Jonathan sank to his knees, holding the babe close to his
,
breast.
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XX
When Ann
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her arms were empty, and she ached with the longing to hold
her baby close.
"It would be better if she could weep," sobbed Abigail.
Jonathan leaned over her and stroked back the damp hair.
His face was haggard, and the rims of his eyes red and swollen.
Ann's head moved restlessly on the pillows. "Our baby
. . ." she whispered.
"Hush, now," said Jonathan. "Don't talk of it now, not
now, Ann."
For days Dr. Bibber attended her, giving her pills and pow
ders. Then he said, "I have done all I can for her. Prayers and
fasts are all that can help her now."
Goody Gower, seeing the doctor abandon Ann and the
prayers of the household bring her no relief, ministered to the
patient herself, and it was she, with her knowledge of the
medicinal herbs of the forest, who saved her at last.
When Ann became stronger and more aware of what was
going on around her, she gradually sensed some change in
England."
it,
was able to rise from her bed she found herself more alone
than she had ever been before. She missed the child as if he
had been part of her life for many years instead of an infant
that she had never seen. And now Jonathan spent less time
with her. He locked himself in his study and somehow she felt
she should not venture to disturb him there. Some unac
countable breach had opened between them.
During the long solitary hours in his study, Jonathan sought
to find some explanation for the tragedy that had befallen
them. He felt the puzzlement of the people about
and that
his private misfortune which carried an implication of guilt
matter of common gossip was an unbearable hu
should be
miliation. Day after day he pondered the reason for the in
fant's death, but came no nearer to understanding it.
Long and unavailingly he prayed for enlightenment. "Why,
Lord? O Lord, why? Why did this happen? What sin of
mine or Ann's brought this dread punishment upon us?"
was in vain
Deeply he probed into their every action, but
that he sought the sin that merited God's terrible vengeance.
there was no sin why had the child died?
Yet
was then
but senseless and monstrous cruelty.
Shaken by rebellious thoughts, he groaned in anguish, try
ing to put them from him. But his pride could not endure this
chastisement without knowing the cause; his searching mind
could not stop its painful probing.
"O God, would bow my head to the blow of my son's
little as understand it. But why did he
death, bitter as
go down to damnation? Why were not the saving waters of
baptism allowed him? On whose head does his damnation
mine the guilt?
could not be Ann's!"
rest? Mine? O'Lord,
is
It
is,
it
if
It
it
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Yet
eternity.
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During the next few days Ann, lonely and sad, secretly
fashioned a little cloth doll for her comfort and dressed it in
the clothes prepared for her infant son. Often now she hid
herself in her bedchamber, undressed and dressed again the
small image, rocked it in her arms and sang to it. Whenever
left the room she carefully locked the doll in her leathern
trunk, concealing the key in the pocket of an old gown.
But once while she was sitting in her rocking chair singing
it a lullaby, thinking the door safely bolted, Goody Gower
found the door unlocked and opened it noiselessly. The old
she
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it,
"Morton. And
he's
with God,
Goody Gower."
"Of
it
if
freely.
But Jonathan had no such precious secret to share with any
one. Alone and tormented, he thought of his wife's heretical
denial of infant damnation, and prayed to God to change her
stubborn heart. He brooded over his son twice lost in body
and in soul. Over and over again he twisted and turned the
enigma of his child's death. Sometimes he thought of Ann's
was no punishment. But
assertion that
were no punish
ment what then was it? Whose was the dread power of in
flicting such mortal wounds?
After one long night of vigil, as in blinding flash, came
it
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Why?"
"It isn't myself
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the answer. The dread power was that of the one who hated
mankind with a jealous hatred. It was the fierce Lord of Hell!
He had thought to break his enemy, Jonathan Grigg, by
snatching his son from his waiting arms. He had hoped to
make the minister turn from his God in bitterness. "Why
have I been so blind as not to see this before?" cried Jonathan.
"Searched so long and so fruitlessly for some secret sin?" He
saw now that had there been such a sin God would not have
sent him the son for whom he prayed. And how could God
have answered his prayer and then taken back what He had
granted? Been bestower and destroyer at the same moment?
It was so clear now that the Prince of Darkness alone was
guilty.
Hate seethed into frenzy now that he knew who had struck.
He would not now groan helplessly under the blow. He
would rise and fight this accursed Prince of Darkness. He
would get the evidence against him and rouse the entire town
to battle him back to his own infernal regions.
The first task was to collect the evidence. He called Ann to
him in the study.
"Ann,"
"I
can gather."
"What do you want to know that
you?"
she asked
"How
reluctantly.
form?"
"I don't know.
"No."
sent
it?"
"No."
He
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his request.
"The demon had a black face, and flames of fire were shoot
ing out of its head," she told him.
"Was the face all black? Like that of a Negro?"
"No, Mr. Grigg. It was mixed red and black, and all kinds
of hellish creatures were crawling over its cheeks."
"How did you first come to see it? "
"It called Mistress Grigg's name."
"It did?" he said startled. "I hadn't heard of that." He re
membered Ann saying that it had spoken no word.
"Oh, yes," said Dorcas. "It called and beckoned to her, and
I ran off thinking it wanted some special dealings with her."
"Some special dealings indeed. To torture her, to destroy
my child."
At
the pain in his face Dorcas longed to reach out her hand
and stroke those terrible fines of grief away.
Her father spoke suddenly. "Have you thought what
"
brought that demon out of hell? he asked.
"Did it say who sent it?" Jonathan asked Dorcas.
"No, I don't think so. But it must have been the same demon
that troubled me once before. You remember, Mr. Grigg, that
terrible time when I thought it was you who had put the spell
on me?"
"Did you see it then, too? You didn't tell me."
"I caught only a faint glimpse of it that first time, not
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Is
it,
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witchcrafts?"
"I was but young lad at the time they were hanged. But
remember much of the talk of witchcraft. The witch signed
her name in the Devil's black book when she gave her foul
body over to him for his pleasure."
"How does one recognize witch?
there any sign in her
face?"
"The face may be as fair and false as hell's own master,"
said John Hubbard. "But under her clothes there are secret
markings of her body."
"What are they? How do they get there?"
"They are wounds made by lecherous demons sucking the
skin of the witch and getting their nourishment from it. She
must give them her body for this purpose as reward for the
tasks they perform for her."
Mistress Hubbard shuddered with disgust, but her daugh
ter's black eyes were shining bright with interest.
Jonathan gathered some further information on witches and
witchcraft from the deacon, and when he left the house his
mind was filled with thoughts of the subject.
During the following days he decided he would include
this aspect of satanic machinations in his sermon. To learn
more about
he visited others in the town who had seen with
their own eyes or heard with their own ears any manifestations
of the invisible world. He was amazed to find that there had
been other cases of witchcraft in New England. As early as
minister of Springfield, Connecticut,
1645 the children of
were bewitched, and although several persons of the town
were suspected, there had been no convictions. But
con
H3
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To
the
Holy Bible.
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XXI
Dorcas and Abigail sat paring apples in the Hubbard fireroom. They were talking about Mr. Grigg's sermon that had
been printed and was having a thriving sale at the booksellers.
"We must all band together as he says, Nibby, and drive
the Devil and his legions back to hell," said Dorcas.
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said
fascinated.
Come list and hark
The bell doth toll
For some but new
Departed soul.
And was not that
Some ominous fowl,
The bat, the nightCrow or screech owl?
To these hear
In
H5
For
Now
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"No, I can't,"
he asked.
"It
it?"
asked Benjamin.
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shining hands."
God."
"Aye,
respect."
"It
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curiously.
"There are indeed. And it's little idea you've got of Irish
demons to be thinking them ugly things with black horns and
slimy tails like the Puritan ones."
"Tell us what they're like."
"Well now, they have fine red horns on them and under
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"I don't
me."
Abigail looked at the mark and then into her face suspi
ciously. "But isn't that the scar from the burn you got cook
ing the lard?"
"Oh, that scar disappeared long ago," returned Dorcas.
"Tell us more about the Irish demons, Goody Gower. I'm
curious about them."
"I am, too," said Benjamin. "Do they look like the Black
Man, Goody? Are they no bigger than a walking stick?"
"Ah, they've a better size on them than that. More the
size of the minister."
Benjamin seized a large apple from one of the pails and
his imagination enthralled by these
began cutting into
it,
exciting creatures.
"Have they cloven feet?"
"Indeed they have not. But fine pointed toes . .
As she chattered on, the others gathered around Benjamin
to watch the little creature growing under his fingers out of
the red fruit.
In the midst of their play the door was flung open and
Deacon Hubbard entered. His heavy hand descended on them
indiscriminately, sending them scurrying.
."
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interrupted Abigail.
"Now listen to sense, Nibby. Wouldn't a beautiful Irish
demon be more tempting than an ugly Puritan one? And
wouldn't God get more glory for Himself by you resisting
the fair one?"
Abigail shook her head unconvinced. "It wouldn't matter
whether he was fair or ugly when he was trying to wrest my
soul from me."
"I think Goody Gower's right, Nibby," said Dorcas. "It
would surely be a harder trial to resist a fair demon. But God
has mercy and allows only the ugliest ones to visit us. The
one I saw was all black and red and fire flamed out of it so
that I was almost burned to death. Look," she added, pointing
to a scar on her arm. "There's the scorched mark it left on
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"I
it,
Father,"
Dorcas quickly.
Mr. Hubbard looked suspiciously from the apple to his son.
"
'Take heed unto yourself lest ye forget the covenant of the
Lord God which He made with you, that you make no graven
image or the likeness of anything which the Lord thy God
"
hath forbidden thee.'
He cast the fruit into the fireplace and turned to Goody
Gower.
"And why are you standing about encouraging them in
idleness? You're no sooner punished for one transgression
than you're bent on another."
"It not themselves need encouragement to idleness, Mr.
Hubbard," she retorted indignantly. "And
stroke
wasn't
of work they were doing when got here."
a
it
is
tered.
"Yes, that's true, God help us. But get on. Get on."
She moved toward the door. "It's only
poor old woman
am, always being blamed for everything."
"You're tale-bearing old witch," whispered Dorcas pass
ing her.
at her,
"You're
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"Be off?'
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CHAPTER
XX11
It was
if
enveloped in flames.
"Yonder is perhaps too big a fire for us to quench," jested
Mr. Green, the printer.
"Yes," said Ann gaily. "I don't think even the good people
"
of Boston could put out the moon! The exhilaration of being
as
be as great a delusion
this one," said Thomas Dwine fervently. "I was afraid the
entire cargo of fruit I had just unloaded into my warehouse
was destroyed."
as
"It brought
said
Thomas cheerfully.
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slate."
to travel."
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"It
Jonathan.
"Yes, and she's a strong healthy creature," replied Theo
philia. "The farmer who sold her warranted her to be goodnatured and with no sense of freedom to cause trouble, and
I've found her to be all he said she was."
"If she has so many virtues why did the farmer sell her?"
asked Thomas.
"She must have some failing that he didn't tell you about,"
said Judge Dwine.
"No failing at all, sir, only being with child."
They all looked at the girl, and seeing their eyes upon her,
she flashed them a dazzling smile.
cast loose
"I
it,
indignantly.
rule."
"If
it
it
is
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was saying.
"I will tolerate only views that are not in error," replied
Jonathan. "I have set myself the task of countermining the
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whole plot of the Devil against New England and I'll attack
him in whatever views favor him."
"I would not like to think my views favored the Devil, but
only that they favored honest and freedom-loving men,"
returned Thomas.
"This plot of Satan's that you tell us about, Mr. Grigg,"
said Judge Dwine. "Do you think this night of alarm and this
remarkable moon have aught to do with it?"
"It seems to me that we should take this false alarm of fire
as a warning rather than as an idle delusion."
"A warning of what, Mr. Grigg?" asked Thomas.
"That there are growing too many errors in the minds of
men and a false light guides them instead of the true light."
"Let us hope then that we cannot put out the true light
any more than we could put out the moon," said Thomas.
There was a humorous smile on his lips, for he knew to
what the minister was referring. Although it was the accepted
belief that wealth was a sign of God's grace, yet the growth
of commerce in the colony was now bringing too much
wealth to too many people and they were growing more and
more independent of the clergy. The new charter given by
William and Mary to Massachusetts Province allowed for a
house of representatives, the members to be elected by the
colonists themselves on a moderate property suffrage. All men
who had freeholds to the annual value of forty shillings, or
personal property to the amount of forty pounds, could now
vote for their own interestswhich were not always the in
terests
of the ministers.
well
the other
ministers' anxiety. A dangerous desire for freedom was ram
pant among the people an evil desire prompted by the basic
carnal cravings of natural man. No longer were they content
with the freedom to follow the authority of God's chosen
rulers. They wanted freedom to follow their own ways, the
ways of sin.
Another cause for the ministers' apprehension was the
deplorable provision in the charter that the new governor
would be appointed by Their Majesties instead of being
elected, and that he would have the right to veto laws passed
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a shuddering fear.
"I think I
while."
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XXIII
The
it
it
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it,
air turned chill when the sun went down, and Mistress
Hubbard had not yet finished preparing dinner for the minis
ter and his wife. There was still light enough from the blazing
fireplace to save lamplight as she and the children arranged
the final details.
"It's like it used to be with Mr. Grigg coming for supper,
isn't
Mother?" said Dorcas happily.
"Yes. He seems to lean on Mr. Hubbard now as he did
before his marriage."
"He's different since his babe died," remarked Increase,
tossing back his black hair from his forehead as he rose from
his knees by the fireplace.
He carried the baked brown breads to the serving table
where Benjamin was surreptitiously licking his fingers after
walnut in
having dipped them in the honey pot. Picking up
his sticky fingers, Benjamin cracked
as he went to carry an
other dish from the fire.
"Isn't his preaching awful scary now, Mother," he said with
shiver.
"We must all tremble before the Lord," she answered.
"These are troublous times."
Mr. Hubbard re-entered the house after locking the cattle
in the barn, and they all fell silent. He hung his deerskin coat
and his hat on the wooden peg by the door and seated himself
in his armchair. As he pulled off his great high boots, his
family went about their work quietly. Dorcas took down
their best pewter platters from the cupboard shelves and set
them along the table board with spoons and knives. Increase
drew up the chairs to each place.
A knock sounded on the door and Dorcas ran and threw
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open. For the first time Ann saw a welcoming smile on her
face. As Ann passed, Dorcas proudly smoothed her red and
blue striped tabby gown and curtsied to the minister.
Mistress Hubbard lit the lamps and all gathered about the
table. Standing at their places, they bowed their heads as
Jonathan said grace over the food God graciously had pro
vided.
When the minister and his wife and Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard
had seated themselves, the children began serving them. They
brought roasted capon, potatoes, turnips, and onions, hot
brown bread and butter and honey, then apple pie, cheese, and
walnuts. Increase carried a large pewter tankard of ale from
one person to another as they signaled for it. Dorcas had
taken her old place behind the minister's chair, and looked
down at him with shining eyes.
They ate in silence, for there was no frivolous table talk in
the house of the deacon. The children stood behind them,
eating and serving at the same time. Only when supper was
finished and black cherry brandy was served did the talk
begin.
"I had a most remarkable dream last night," said Jonathan.
"Perhaps you can make something different of it than I did,
John."
"The Lord sends many of His revelations to us in dreams,"
replied Mr. Hubbard. "What was it you dreamed?"
"I
of whom
"This angel
to declare to
me that I would do great works for Christ's Church."
"He was sent to you by the Lord," said the deacon.
"There's no doubt but that you will do as he said."
"But then," said Jonathan, "I saw the infernal regions. I
he spoke.
Hubbard.
"It is a warning to be on our guard," said the deacon frown
ing. "The wild youth of this day are ripe for mischief. We
thought once to keep them out of the Devil's grasp by educat
ing them. But it seems to me education has not the power we
thought to keep the Devil at bay."
"No," agreed Jonathan. "We must fight Satan in stronger
ways."
"You yourself, Jonathan, are valiantly fighting him in your
sermons and lectures," said Ann proudly.
"It is not enough," he replied. "Something seems to be
eluding us in this battle. Why has God withdrawn His hand
from New England? Why are we no longer free to declare
His word with authority?"
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tress
depths of depravity."
"I had thought you had closely inspected them, Mr. Grigg,"
said Mercy Hubbard timidly. "You described them so frighteningly to us in your sermons."
"My books have given me accurate knowledge of them,
Mistress Hubbard. I've learned much of their secret ways
from studying the trial of the witches of Suffolk in England."
"Can they bewitch anyone?" Mistress Hubbard asked with
fearful curiosity.
"Yes," he replied. "A minister's children were bewitched
in Connecticut, and an honored judge there, also. No one is
safe."
"It
said
Ann.
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"Why, you're
trembling, Dorcas!"
"Pay no heed to her," said her father, and turning sternly
to her, "Do not make yourself conspicuous in the presence of
your elders."
Ann smiled, and Dorcas, catching that smile, flushed
angrily.
"Have you learned how a witch can be found out besides
those markings on them I told you about?" asked the deacon.
"There are several ways," replied Jonathan. "When a per
son is suspected of being a witch they can be tested for inno
cence or guilt by the water test. Water is the life blood of
demons, and when a human creature becomes a witch he, or
she, cannot drown because his blood changes to water. There
is also the test of the Lord's Prayer, which they cannot say
straightforward to the end, but must utter nonsense or say it
backward or stop in the middle of it."
Dorcas gave a startled gasp, remembering how she and In
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see
things."
said
it
it,
it
is
it
deliberately.
shouted
the
deacon.
"I
tress
said
Ann.
have said more than once that you are too tolerant, Mis
Grigg."
It
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"Father,
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dark."
"I
tress
Grigg."
A faint pink
"I cannot
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of it."
arms
and
over groaning.
"She's ill! Perhaps she ate something out there. Fetch the
sulphur and molasses, Benjamin, Cressy, quickly!" cried Mrs.
Hubbard.
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"I
naught," groaned
came out of the darkness."
ate
Dorcas.
wife.
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Hubbard.
Jonathan lifted her and carried her into the bedroom on the
other side of the fireroom, the others following. He laid her
on the bed.
"Something's pressing on my chest!" she cried.
Her mouth became fixed in an agonized smile and she could
neither close it nor open it. Her mother rubbed her cheeks
gently, trying to force together the gaping lips. But all her
efforts were in vain.
over her face, down to the open mouth, feeling her warm
breath on his finger tips. As he tried to close the open mouth,
suddenly and softly her lips closed over his fingers.
"God
save us!
Did
she bite
bard.
What
ghost? Indians or demons? Was
house.
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body?
Then they heard the outer door open and close, and when
Mr. Hubbard and Dr. Bibber appeared in the doorway, all
breathed a sigh of relief.
Dr. Bibber went at once to Dorcas and sat down on the
bed, his great weight making it slope down so that she rolled
toward him.
"Poor little Dorcas," he said tenderly. "What is this I hear
"
about you suffering with some unaccountable illness?
She raised her large dark eyes up to him pitifully. "Some
thing presses on my .chest or holds my mouth so I cannot
move it."
"Have you ever seen the like of it in all your life, Dr.
Bibber?" asked Mistress Hubbard.
He did not answer but bent to examine Dorcas, felt of her
face and body and looked into her wild bright eyes.
"I think we must cleanse her of the hostile humors in her
body," he said. "From what Mr. Hubbard told me I think she
might be bit by a mad dog."
"Nothing bit me. Something only touched me," said Dorcas
through chattering teeth.
Dr. Bibber rose from the bed and went to his powders and
1
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it,
wings of
if
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drugs, his mortar and balances, which the deacon had brought
in from his saddle bag and set upon the table.
"What she says of something touching her might still have
been a bite from some mad animal. I'll apply the madstone
where she felt the touch."
He took out of a small box the madstone which his father
had bequeathed to him and which was a remedy for mad-dog
and snake bites. But as he approached Dorcas with it she
sprang out of the bed. Eluding him, she ran about the room,
flapping her arms in an odd birdlike fashion.
Dr. Bibber's mouth dropped open in amazement. "I have
"
never seen such a disorder as this! he exclaimed.
"It is certainly no usual ailment," said Jonathan.
"All the ills of the body are strange and unaccountable,
Mr. Grigg. Yet if Providence wills they be cured, the hand
of the physician will cure them."
"Can you tell us what makes her sick?" asked Mr. Hub
bard.
Henry Bibber shook his head. What indeed made man
sick? Something known or unknown in his body that did not
belong there. The known could be the teeth of an animal,
the arrow or bullet or knife of an enemy. But unseen missiles
could enter into the body and sicken
so that
physician
could do naught but bleed and purge to draw the hostile
foreign substance out. Some sicknesses were punishment for
sin, and there were mysterious sicknesses of the mind when
an evil spirit entered the body. These latter ills the physician
must leave to the minister, for only prayer could cure them
they were to be cured.
Dorcas had slowed her mad running about the room to an
equally strange but beautiful prancing. They watched her
graceful young body fascinated. Suddenly she leaped upon
stool and stood there swaying and weaving her arms like the
bird.
As
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edly.
"She is laughing because we pay heed to her pranks," said
Ann. "What do you hope to gain by deluding us with such
Ann stood.
"Hold her!" screamed Mistress Hubbard.
"Be careful, Dorcas," warned Ann, trying to wave her back.
"You'll hurt yourself."
"It's you will be hurt you!" cried Dorcas.
What happened then was so swift that no one afterward
could remember it exactly. Ann gave a sudden scream and
the next moment she was falling headlong to the floor. Then
Jonathan was by her side, his arms sliding under her and hold
ing her.
"Ann! Ann! Speak to me!"
She lay white and still in his arms. Dr. Bibber put him gently
aside and knelt beside her. They waited, hardly breathing, as
he examined her.
"She
must examine her further to be
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it
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She stroked back the black hair from his forehead. "Are
"
you really bewitched, Cressy? she whispered.
He cast a quick glance at Dorcas before he answered. "I
don't know, Nibby. Sometimes I think we're just play acting,
we have such fun. And you know we can't be punished be
cause we blame everything on the witches. But sometimes
though I do feel there's something making me act this way,
putting all sorts of queer notions in my head. And then, too,
the witches often throw things at me or pinch me."
"Do you really see the witches?"
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"I only
defiantly.
again."
chuckle. There was a witch now, small and red and crooked
as a twig, cackling away at him. He reached out to pick up
the poker and give her a thwack when suddenly a burning
pain shot across the back of his neck. He screamed.
"What is it?" cried Abigail, rushing to him. "Are the
witches tormenting you, Benjamin?"
"Yes," he sobbed.
Abigail stared in horror at the long scratch on his neck,
while Dorcas went to the cupboard to get some salve for it.
"See, Nibby," said Increase. "You were asking if we weren't
pretending, or if Dorcas wasn't making us say and do these
things. But now you see for yourself."
"You'd better be careful what you say, Abigail Trask,"
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said
Dorcas.
"We
know."
"Oh, forgive
aren't accountable
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witch!"
He drew away from her, sobbing low and helplessly.
When the deacon entered with Mr. Grigg and several
as a
on you too?"
"Oh, Mr. Grigg, I am terribly marked with their cruelty."
"What kind of marks are they? Show them to us."
"They are hideous sights, not fit to be looked on."
"Nevertheless it is necessary that we see every evidence,"
insisted Jonathan.
"Do
as
the marks."
Mistress Hubbard, who had just descended into the room,
led her daughter into the bedchamber away from the curious
eyes of the neighbors, and Jonathan followed.
Dorcas loosened the laces of her bodice and slipped her shift
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CHAPTER
XXVI
Each day brought new visitors to
'73
see
"No
"They
are said to
hold wonderfully
witty conversations
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of them.
When they arrived
door, old Goodwife
fat
"This
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almost daily."
asked
Thomas
Dwine.
"Do you think pills and powders a cure for this sickness?"
"
'Blessed is the man that
said Mr. Hubbard contemptuously.
"
trusteth in the Lord and whose hope the Lord is.'
"Why aren't they up and about their work instead of sleep
ing during the times they are not tormented?" asked Judge
Dwine impatiently.
Hubbard
r75
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ing into the spinning wheel. "They're after me!" she cried,
her eyes shining and wild.
"Here comes the whole company!" cried Increase, and he
too began running, circling the room, with Benjamin shouting
and laughing after him.
"They are certainly in the clutches of fearful powers,"
artfully.
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As Judge Dwine
"Answer
Torey.
"Is that what it is?" Mr. Howen
"If
groaning.
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"What
is
it now?"
trolled.
"Do they
"And you?"
asked
Hubbard.
where."
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he
knew
"It would,"
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agreed Thomas.
"But this same affliction visited upon a godly household
could not be a punishment, could it?"
"That is just what I was wondering about."
"Therefore," continued Jonathan, "it can be understood in
no other way than as proof of witchcraft."
Thomas thought for a moment, then nodded gravely. "You
are right, sir. I could not find that answer myself. But I am a
questioner, as you say, and I cannot refrain from trying to get
to the bottom of things. It isn't easy to tell the true from die
false. Alone at night I too see shapes that seem supernatural.
I think perhaps they are witches come to parley with me. But
when I hold a candle to them they are naught but shadows."
"The vanity of foolish men who seek proof of the wonders
of the invisible world is beyond comprehension," said Jona
than contemptuously.
"My conscience impels me to dig for the truth," said
Thomas.
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Wonder and fear
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Reverend Jona
than Grigg's voice thundered through Boston against the
witches of the ancient enemy of their Lord. He called for an
army of the Lord of Heaven to cope with them lest the con
tagion spread and ravish the whole land.
From the labor of their days and the rigid discipline of their
nights, the people flocked to his Thursday lectures. Here they
found freedom to ecstasy through love of the Lord and hatred
possessed the people as the
of Satan.
"We thought the witchcraft
in Europe could
be kept from us by distance," cried Jonathan. "But we were
mistaken! Evil leaps all barriers! Now we find ourselves strug
gling with the same foul disease that afflicted our forefathers
and still afflicts the peoples across the sea.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded. "Beg God to
protect you from the witches of Satan. Beg Him that in mercy
He reveal these foul creatures to us that they may be tram
pled to death under the implacable feet of the soldiers of
Christ!"
Men, women, and children fell to their knees and bowed
their heads over their clenched hands.
"O Lord," prayed Jonathan, "We can see the wounded and
the havoc of this battle, but our enemies are hidden so that
we cannot see them. Scourge them from the darkness in which
they hide. Tear the masks from their faces. Cry them forth
these foul Devil worshipers! Yes, and those also who deny
their existence, who deny them in order to give them protec
tion and hinder our search for them!"
"Oh, who can doubt, Mr. Grigg? Who can doubt?" cried
the Widow Bibber. "This morning I was waked by a great
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mercy!"
"Could it not have been thrown through the window?"
Jonathan pointed an angry finger toward the speaker. "Are
you a doubter in this also, Mr. Dwine?"
"No. I was only asking."
Impatient of the man's stubborn reasoning, Jonathan
shouted, "Are you one of that wretched company of doubters
I but now spoke about? Do you doubt the existence of such
ball-rolling demons as the Widow Bibber tells us of?"
Thomas saw the bitter sea of eyes turning toward him and
knew the power of hatred in their depths.
"I do not deny the existence of demons or witches, Mr.
Grigg. I only question whether the Widow Bibber's story is
an evidence of them or some trick of heedless children."
"It was an evidence of them," declared Jonathan. "Have
we not heard of similar ball-rolling demons? Have you forgot
ten the stones thrown into Judge Howen's pasture by no
visible hands?"
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to live
as
Ann pushed the papers back from her. "There," she said.
"It's finished;"
He opened his eyes and looked across at her. "Is that all you
have to say?
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"All?"
"
"If
"Tell
me
your
reasons
he
interrupted.
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"I'm afraid
she
against me."
"Nonsense. She holds nothing against anyone."
Ann looked at him pleadingly. "Jonathan, please"
"I cannot understand you, Ann. Do you bear Dorcas ill will
because of your accident? Because she foretold that a witch
was about to hurt you?"
Ann looked at him strangely.
"Well?" he asked.
"I am not so sure it
"
you smiling?
"It is not long since children were punished for such things
as you are describing."
"Theirs is not a natural disobedience," he replied. "They
have no wish to do these things."
"Doesn't it seem strange to you that the witches are so
childlike that they make them do what mischievous children
would do naturally? Oh, Jonathan, I don't doubt the evil of
are
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When Dorcas
hold.
Though
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if
sewing.
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moving, a vivid human creature of black eyes and red lips and
hair like a black mist over her shoulders.
She began dancing with an invisible partner, a sensuous se
ductive dance that filled the air with the heat of animal lustfulness. The rhythm broke as she stumbled, and she looked
down on the ground before her.
"
"The devils bestride the witches! she cried. "The witches
go after strange flesh. And who is that you're embracing
there? A pig? Yes, it's a pig!" She burst into wild wicked
laughter. Then she suddenly hushed and moved forward cau
tiously. "Why are you stealing upon her like a thief? What
do you Oh! Why do you pierce her with an arrow? See the
red blood flow!" She stepped back daintily as though to
avoid it.
In fascinated horror they looked and listened, almost seeing
the scene of lust and cruelty.
"Oh, come back, Dorcas," wailed Abigail, unable to bear
it any longer. "Come home, Dorcas, before they hurt you."
"Do you see any there you know?" asked Jonathan tensely.
She shook her head.
"Is there no way I could see them?"
Dorcas turned to her invisible company. "Is there any way
Mr. Grigg could come to your meeting?" She listened and
then turned laughing to Jonathan. "They say if you'll sign
away your soul you may come."
"God forbid!" he ejaculated.
"Oh, hush! You've frightened them with that name
They're going"
A breath of relief swept through the room.
"Well," said Goody Gower, giving herself a little shake to
get back to reality. "So this is the bewitchment I've been hear
ing so much about. It's a great marvel to see surely, but there
isn't so much difference in it to the play acting I've been
seeing you do since you were a little one."
"Oh!" cried Dorcas, staring into space. "Your mask has
"
fallen off! Now I see you. Now I can tell who you are!
Goody Gower's face paled.
"Who is she?" cried Jonathan.
Dorcas opened her mouth to answer. Then her teeth clicked
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Jonathan's study.
Thule, the period of cosmography,
Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulphurous fire
Doth melt the frozen clime and thaw the sky;
Trinacrian Etna's fiames ascend not higher.
These things seem wondrous, yet more wondrous I,
Whose heart with fear doth freeze, with love doth fry.
. . .
had Dorcas sung it? Why had she chosen it from the
others? It was no more explicable than anything else she said
or did. Ann looked over at the girl as she lay on the cot
which Jonathan had Moses set up for her in his study. Al
though she shared Abigail's bedroom upstairs, Jonathan had
felt that she should have some place downstairs where she
could rest after one of her fits or frolics. She was lying there
now with her eyes closed, seeming to be asleep.
Ann rose and went to Jonathan who was seated at his desk
writing. "Look, Jonathan." She held out the book to him. "I
have found here the song that Dorcas was singing the other
day that you thought was"
Dorcas started up. "Now they're going to do me a mis
chief!" she cried.
Her outstretched arms were jerked to her sides and she
struggled as though being bound. Then slowly, fighting all
the way, she seemed to be dragged toward the fireplace.
"They're pulling me with a great chain," she whispered in a
terrified voice. "What are they going to do to me?"
Why
*93
it,
burned?
"Press down on
Mr. Grigg," she implored. "Press the
chain down to the floor and I'll step over it."
He did as she instructed and her arms came free as though
released. As she stepped over the chain she stumbled, and
Jonathan caught her in his arms.
The pantomime was so real that Ann gave gasp of relief.
a
she
com
it
is
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It
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of evil spirits
."
"Only her own evil spirit," interrupted Ann passionately.
He stared at her. "Are you doubting her bewitchment?"
She hesitated a moment. It was a fearful thing to say.
"Yes!" she cried desperately. "I don't believe she is bewitched
at all!"
His voice was colder than she had ever heard it toward her.
"Have you forgotten that the magistrates tested her and found
her bewitched?"
"She may deceive others, but she cannot deceive me."
"How can there be any deception? You've seen yourself
the blows that throw her to the ground. You've seen the dis
coloration of her flesh from burnings and pinches."
"Even so. That is no proof."
"Do you think she inflicts them on herself then?"
"She is capable of anything!"
All was silent for a few moments except for the crackling
of the fire. Then Jonathan turned back to his desk.
. .
CHAPTER
Day after day, night after night, Ann prayed for guidance.
The corruption of the times had seeped into her own home.
She had the cot removed from the study to the kitchen,
giving the pretext that Mr. Grigg needed more privacy for
writing there. With every sense alive now to the meaning of
the pranks of Dorcas, she tried to guard Jonathan against the
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like."
A grim smile of satisfaction played about Jonathan's mouth.
"We'll win over him together, Dorcas."
"With you fighting to rescue me I'm not afraid. No matter
what pain he and his witches inflict on me I can bear it be
me."
He laid his hand gently on her head. "Yes, I will, my dear.
Never yield to him for your soul is precious to me."
A thrill ran through all her body at his words and touch.
She caught his hand and pressed it to her breast. "Oh, forgive
cause
me.
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anyone?"
She rose, keeping her eyes fastened on him, and humming
softly began dancing before him. His heart quickened as he
watched the lithe waist bending the full breasts as a stalk
bends its blossoming flowers, the lovely curves of calves and
thighs as her skirts swirled. The firelight and the candlelight
gleamed goldenly on her; the shadows caught her in black
ness. She was a creature of gold and black, moving before
him, her body weaving enchantment. Her hands reached up
to her frilled cap, removing it in a delicate intimate gesture.
She shook her dark hair free so that it fell about her face veil
ing it in mystery.
Closer and closer her dancing feet drew her to him, her
supple arms twining and twisting, reaching and withdrawing
enticingly.
Suddenly he sprang to his feet and grasped her roughly by
the shoulders. "Stop it!" he cried. "Stop it this instant!"
"I can't stop." Dangerously sweet she swayed toward him.
"What do you mean? What is the matter with you?" he
asked hoarsely, hardly knowing what he was saying.
Her voice flowed over him as a deep caress. "They hurt me
before when you were talking. They were angry with what
you were saying. But I bore it without crying out because I
didn't want to interrupt you. When I dance it doesn't hurt
me because they like me to dance. But when I stop" With a
quick movement she unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress
and pulled it off from her shoulder, revealing a red mark on
the creamy skin. "See, this is what they do to me."
His breath came quickly, all his body quivering.
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she said
without a word.
Ann went to the writing table and sank weakly into the
chair, her knees trembling so that they could not support her.
"Thank Thee, dear God. Oh, thank Thee!" she whispered.
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It was
torments."
Lewis.
"Charms poppets
"
All
"No,"
it
it,
gasped Benjamin.
ministers
were already on their feet. Benjamin's throat
The
grew so parched with fear that he could not swallow. Franti
cally he tugged at the knotted kerchief about his neck, pulling
tightening instead of loosening it. He gasped for breath.
is
eagerly.
is
Dorcas shook her head sorrowfully. "It too late, sir. They
were choking Benjamin to delay you. Now they've hidden
them."
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rejoiced.
"I'll inform
too."
"I
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"No,no,Mr.Grigg!"
"Give
"Oh,
me that
spare me,
Mr. Grigg!"
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pet he held, with its curling black stain representing hair. "Is
this . . . No! It cannot be! Is this an image of Dorcas? Is this
"
of your own sister?
Benjamin's hand crept timidly forward. "I don't know.
Let me see, sir."
"Stand back! Don't dare touch it! Is it her own brother
who torments her?"
"I wouldn't harm Dorcas or anyone."
"Do not think lying will help you. Isn't this her black hair?
Her eyes? What magical witchery is this? The very outline
of her face! Oh, God, that I should hold in my own hands a
"
witch's instrument of torture!
"It might be an image of Dorcas, sir, but . . ."
"Don't try to dissemble." He stared at it in horror-struck
fascination. There was the proud swell of her breasts, the sup
ple waist and the long tapering limbs all the terrible beauty
of her nakedness revealed to him.
"How is it you bewitch her? Tell me. Do you rub the im
age . . . like this? Is this the way you pinch the neck, the
breasts, so that it leaves those red and blue marks?" He
glanced at the boy. "What are you staring at?"
"Don't . . . don't touch it like that, Mr. Grigg."
Jonathan's eyes were drawn irresistibly back to the doll.
ca
His fingers quivered over the wooden body, stroking
"Lord,
hands
the
that my
might follow
ways of
ressing it.
those small evil hands, curing the ills inflicted on this maidenly
body. Tell me, Benjamin Hubbard, what incantations does
Satan give you to say over the image that links its life with the
life of human person? Tell me. must know these mysteries
He looked up and saw Benjamin's eyes fixed on him.
. .
"What are you staring at?"
The boy's voice was hoarse whisper. "I think you are the
it,
."
witch!"
"You're mad!" shouted Jonathan.
"
"You were weaving spells over my doll!
"I
."
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a poppet
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it
it
such images?"
"I made them, sir. Whenever found piece of wood or
into the shape
anything in my hands couldn't help cutting
of something. Was the Devil making use of my fingers?"
"Are you certain you spoke no words over them?"
"Oh, no. Never."
"Then why didn't you throw them away when you finished
it
carving them?"
Benjamin hung his head. "Because of the pride
took in
them."
"Is there any poor human action that merits our pride?"
Jonathan contemptuously.
see
."
asked
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it
is
it,
"We
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"It
his mother."
it,
is
than?
is
"You spend all your time here now since Dorcas back."
He looked at her sharply. "Why do you continually speak
it
against her? Why did you want her to leave our house?" She
did not answer. "Do you hold against her that she ran away
and left you that time the demon frightened you in the
forest?"
with it. But now that you men
want to speak to you about it. I've been
was no
."
witch?"
he asked excitedly.
"A
human creature?"
think
was sim
"A
"Was
saw
it
demon
it
it
has naught to do
it
"No, that
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it
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hand from him. "Oh, it's you. Why do you steal about like
a thing from the other world?"
"Jonathan!" Her eyes shone with anger. "How can you
speak so to me!"
"I'm sorry, Ann. Forgive me."
She thought to see him come to her and take her hand as he
always did when he begged forgiveness. But he sat down
again and stared broodingly into the fire.
"You do not feel any pleasure in finding me at your side
any more," she reproached him.
"I feel pleasure in naught during these evil times. You little
know the snares and temptations the Devil sets for those who
carry the weight of the people's conscience. They're enough
to madden a man and consume his strength in daily resist
ance."
The heat of jealousy flamed through her, understanding his
meaning. But she gave no sign of it. She seated herself beside
him, and wishing to speak of simple matters that held no traps
for grief, said, "This is the last day of your fast isn't
Jona
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me
"Be silent," said Jonathan harshly. "You are filled with all
sorts of confusions. You forget your own infernal tortures so
completely that they seem but human to you now. You deny
the Hubbard children's bewitchment and call their actions
natural. Rather than set yourself up as a judge of what is
human and what is infernal, you would do better to pray for
yourself and them."
"I pray for all of us," she said sadly. She rose and asked,
"Are you coming home?"
"No. I'll remain here until the family returns."
She looked down at him, wondering how to win him back
to her. She could not deny her beliefs not even to draw him
close again. But perhaps some kindness to Dorcas would please
him. No matter how difficult it might be for her, or how un
responsive the girl would be, she must try it. She thought of
some little gift she could bring, and remembering the caudle
cup she had been preparing for Jonathan, decided to bring
that back to Dorcas.
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XXXI
heard voices, loud and rejoicing, approaching the
house. The strain of his quarrel with Ann, and the exhaustion
from the violent emotions of his scene with Benjamin, disap
peared in a wave of exultation. He had pulled the boy from
the grip of the Devil and he would wrestle once more with
his enemy for the souls of Dorcas and Increase.
He crossed the room and threw open the door to the Hub
bard family. With them were the magistrates, Mr. Howen and
Mr. Dwine, but he failed to see the boy his eyes sought.
"Where is Benjamin?" he asked quickly.
"We have left him at Goodwife Torey's," replied the dea
con. "We think it best to board him there so that he may be
separate from these others now that he is recovered."
Jonathan felt relief wash away his fear for this child with
whom he now felt a strong bond.
Mr. Dwine placed his hand on the minister's arm and his
large round face beamed with admiration. "You are high in
the Lord's grace, Mr. Grigg, to have accomplished young
Hubbard's deliverance."
"I think his release foreshadows some revelation of the
guilty ones," declared Mr. Howen.
"I have that feeling myself," said Jonathan. "It seems to me
the name of the witch hangs somewhere in the air and we
have but to pluck it out."
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Jonathan
They looked
at him dumfounded.
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"You
John Hubbard.
"Then why did you conceal
the
wretched creature's
name?"
"I had only a suspicion which came to me when Benjamin
disappeared. I went to seek him at her house, but when he
was not there I thought it a false suspicion and put it from my
mind."
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"It
cause."
"Who
"I
it,
it,
someone else must name her first. But it is indeed she who tor
ments us. Isn't
Cressy?"
He mumbled incoherently.
"And when she can't come herself she sends her familiar
tall shining demon, isn't
Cressy?"
"Oh, those!" exclaimed Increase in surprise. "Irish demons
she said they were."
Mr. Howen turned to the deacon. "What made you suspect
"I
"And
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perilous company.
He started for the door. "The witch may even now be at
my house," he said. "I left her there helping them pluck the
geese."
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ing in prayer for his safety. Then they saw his foot again on
the ladder.
"
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Judge Dwine.
"There's naught more treacherous than witchcraft," said
Jonathan, frowning. "It is Satan's most dangerous weapon.
It is a bewilderment and doubt of our senses."
"I think someone should go to your house, Mr. Grigg, and
see if the witch be there or here," said Mr. Howen.
"She could be in both places at once, having the super
natural power of a witch. Perhaps it was her specter she sent
here since it was invisible to me. But I'm going to see if I can
find her."
"Oh, stay with us," begged Dorcas. "I'm afraid they'll do
us some terrible harm if you leave us."
"I'll go find her myself," said Mr. Hubbard.
"Bring her back here when you find her," said Judge
Howen.
"I'm afraid to see her, Father. She may look at me and kill
me. She hates me."
It
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"Bring her in," said Jonathan sharply. "It's bitter cold out
side."
see
"I'll
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there."
"Mr. Hubbard's
mysterious brew."
Jonathan.
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"I
be?
know it?"
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"The witch,"
she murmured.
2I5
I?
it
it,
deacon.
"If
it
did, then
was yourself was the goose, Mr. Hubbard,
for came here with none other."
"Do you not bewitch Dorcas and Increase Hubbard?"
asked
"I
Mr. Howen.
Is
it
worriedly.
"Denials won't help you. Didn't you send tall shining
demons to hurt them?"
Goody Gower opened her eyes wide with surprise. "Tall
shining ones, were they, with the gay faces and pointed toes?
Now hadn't heard that before.
really the creatures from
Ireland that are tormenting that imp of girl and me think
was Puritan demons had her in their clutches?"
ing
"Whatever demons they were,
was you who sent them,
it
it
wasn't it?"
She at last caught Thomas Dwine's signals of caution, and
the surprise that had caught her unawares gave place to
know nothing about them."
prudence. "Nay,
"You seem to know great deal about them."
Jonathan's attention was caught by the fumbling of the old
woman's hands with the cloth she held. "What are you doing
with that cloth?" he asked.
Something in his tone warned her of danger and she hid
her hands fearfully behind her.
"Not
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it
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fright.
"Did
"A
the deacon
went to the fireplace and took down the flintlock and powder
horn from the wall. She saw Mistress Hubbard go to him and
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"Here
is a silver bullet,
Mr. Hubbard,"
as
Hubbard say. "It's the only kind that can kill a witch. If she
speaks queerly to you, if she makes any magical motions of
her hands shoot her."
Goody Gower flung herself on her knees before Jonathan.
"
"Don't let them shoot me, Mr. Grigg! she cried in terror.
"Will you confess yourself a witch?"
you're saying?
"Indeed I do. I'm
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you?"
"No
she quavered.
As
she stumbled
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Gower," he said.
The old woman looked up at him with a quivering grateful
smile. The door closed upon the three.
Jonathan and the magistrates now prepared to depart also.
As they were putting on their capes, Dorcas swung her legs
over the hatch and peered down at them.
"Don't go," she commanded.
CHAPTER
XXX11
The
restlessly.
if
"God
in
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"No!"
"
"Yes. Ann
Grigg."
"His wife!"
"Dear God," gasped Mistress Hubbard.
"You lie!" cried Jonathan.
"I don't lie. You named her yourself."
Jonathan battled for calm. "You're mistaken. Your mon
strous action made me cry her name."
are accusing?"
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it,
"All
this
is
not!
shouted.
"She
is
is a
in the
"Why
it
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is
is
it
it,
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said
Theophilus Dwine.
Jonathan stared in consternation at the faces around him,
seeing their old friendly aspect changed to strange masks of
menace.
babe was born, Mr. Grigg?
the demon frightened her in the forest?" asked Dorcas
softly.
was naught
was
it
it
it,
How
de
"It was
."
tortured her . .
"She did not yield!"
"She did yield. She couldn't endure the torture. She gave
her babe to the Devil to save her life."
"Oh, dear God," moaned Mercy Hubbard.
"She yielded to Satan, God help her," said Judge Dwine.
"No, no!" cried Jonathan.
"Why else should the child of such godly man as you die
. .
"The witch
"There
Mr. Howen.
No
is
"Who?"
They hesitated, reluctant in the face of the minister's
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she whispered.
able to accuse her?"
All
were silent. The deacon turned and laid his heavy hand
upon the minister's shoulder. "God have mercy on you,
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Jonathan."
The finality in his voice shook Jonathan more than all that
"
"
each other,
their strong
CHAPTER
XXXIII
Jonathan stood with bowed
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Howen.
"5
Her quick
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hension.
"There is
Grigg,"
by?"
said
"
"Of
course not! But she saw that simple denial was futile.
She saw the questions crowding their eyes, and one by one
ful?"
"You recovered quickly enough when Gower ministered
to you."
"Yes.
It was
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...
...
Mr. Howen.
Ann was
loved.
"It
"Mrs.
it,
of pain.
"Did you see that?" cried Mr. Dwine excitedly.
Grigg struck her down without even touching her!"
"I saw it," said Mr. Howen.
"She fell down herself," said Ann.
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"But why can't you? Why should you believe them and not
me?"
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have a great
He looked
on her cheeks and the blue eyes turned shining black. He had
never seen her like this and the queer terrible beauty of her
in anger made her seem like a stranger to him.
"But the other evidence of her bewitchment could not be
because she hates you her rebellion against her parents and
her profane songs and dances."
"I have seen her in rebellion long before this so-called be
witchment. You think her singing and dancing and the pranks
she plays are forced on her by witches. But I saw her doing
such things long ago."
was punished?"
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"Because she was afraid of everyone else and was very care
ful before them."
"Then why wasn't she careful before you?"
"She never had any fear of me since the first time I didn't
report her," said Ann wearily. "I thought it only harmless
high spirits then, but now"
"
"You call such wickedness harmless high spirits! he cried.
"You have always judged things from a different standpoint
than others. From the Devil's standpoint! All that is evil to us
is good to him. Oh, Ann, the Lord is stripping you before me!
The veil of beauty that distracted me is being rent from you."
"Jonathan," she implored. "Don't speak to me like that!"
He went on unheeding. "Was it ordinary wifely affection
you inspired in me? No! Rather it was an impure absorption
distracting my thoughts from prayers and duties. God for
give me that I was too blind to read the evil meaning before.
But if it is true that you are a witch, I can understand the un
holy passion you aroused in me. Why I could not see your
lips without losing thought of all else. Why I could not bear
the touch of you without fainting with evil pleasure"
"Stop!" cried Ann. "Now you speak of our love so vilely.
But it is not God's revelation that has changed you. It is Dor
cas Hubbard! She's always loved you and hates me because
you married me . . ."
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"She could not have been hurting her while she was here
with me," said Jonathan.
"You saw her yourself strike the girl down from a distance.
She must have wished her harm in her mind, even while talk
yourself."
asked
Ann in terror.
"No,"
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...
...
meeting.
Ah
force her
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CHAPTER
XXXIV
They
it,
it
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raise her
it up:
No pity on
Thou
hast
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ance.
He
any more."
She looked up. "Has all that I have said before not con
vinced you of my innocence? You are only taking Dorcas'
word against me and she is lying."
"Are you forgetting her brother Increase? He corroborates
everything she says. This denial of yours of Dorcas' bewitch
truth."
He -shook his
"It
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"In
ding gown
forest."
"
me proved innocent!
she cried.
He looked at her. "You are stubborn as Satan himself," he
muttered, and snatching up his hat and cloak, strode from the
room.
see
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against her?
"I must stay for my trial," she said. "I must be proved inno
cent, Thomas, so that none can harbor any thought that I am
guilty."
"But Ann! You cannot be sure you will be found innocent.
The people are too inflamed against witchcraft for anyone
accused of it to be given a fair trial."
"We have always had fair trials in New England," returned
Ann proudly. "At my trial, and those of others falsely accused
as
fail
am, there
will
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"I
of
am
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delusion."
"It
you."
All
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When
with witchcraft.
the prisons. But more were cried out against every day. Some
times they escaped before the sheriff could take them into
custody; others escaped right out of the jails through the
Devil's power.
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your own home by now. What are you doing back here?"
"It's for debt I am locked up now and me owing the mar
shal for my board here these long months. And a miserable
debt it is that I got no benefit from at all."
"I was thinking of you being in your little house, all clean
and happy again," said Ann sadly.
"Only the good Lord Himself knows when I'll be seeing
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shame.
white belly.
"No. Those are only common moles," said Mistress Hicks.
"They may not be what they seem. They may be disguised
little teats which nourish her demons," said Fear Williams.
"We
"That is only
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degraded, she could not look into their faces. They spoke no
word to her now, nor told her what conclusion they had
drawn from their examination.
When she returned to her cell she burst into wild weeping.
Nothing that Goody Gower said could console her for the
wounding humiliation she had suffered. And yet, late that
afternoon, when she was again called before the jury for a
re-examination, an angry pride made her go through the
ordeal more easily than she had during the morning.
The next day Captain Morgan with his guard entered the
cell to escort her to Town House to stand trial.
CHAPTER
XXXVI
Strangers mingled with the townsfolk crowding the benches
of the courtroom. Through the windows the bright green
of the trees sparkled and fluttered in the sun and the
spring breeze. From the rear door came the clerk of the court
leaves
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and took his place behind the scribe's desk on the raised plat
form. The jurors filed into their seats.
The people whispered to each other excitedly about the
bewitched Dorcas and Increase Hubbard up there on the wit
ness bench, and the Reverend Jonathan Grigg seated on one
of the front benches beside Mr. and Mrs. Hubbard.
"Look at Mr. Grigg, how thin and worn he's become."
"It's a hard thing to crush the natural love of a husband
for a wife."
"It's no great task to cast out love of a witch!"
"Look at Dorcas Hubbard. How unnatural bright her eyes
are!"
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prayer.
"We solemnly call God to witness our proceedings this day
in the matter of trial of a witch that He in His ineffable mercy
has forced out into the light so that justice may be wrought
upon her. May He grant us grace to distinguish the truth so
that our judgment may be just."
"Amen," responded the people.
They raised their voices in a hymn.
Reverence
With infinite
Judge Howen.
"You
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could
see me here,
"How
could
see
picked up a paper from the desk and read: "We whose names
are underwritten being commanded by the Worshipful Nich
olas Howen of Boston on the seventh day of June to view the
body of Ann Grigg, find by diligent search preternatural color
ing not usual on the bodies of women and much unlike the
rest of us. Witness: Diligence Hicks, Fear Williams, Elizabeth
Bibber, Sarah Greene, Theophilia Jones."
He took up another paper and read: "We whose names are
subscribed to the within mentioned upon a second search
about five hours later, find upon the said Ann Grigg the same
mark as was seen by us this morn. Witness: Diligence Hicks,
H7
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"The trial
is
say."
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"If
they are ill what medicine would you suggest for their
cure?" asked Mr. Howen quickly.
"I am no physician to know that," she replied, quietly elud
ing the trap set for her.
"Why do you say they are only ill? Don't you believe
'
they are bewitched?
"If they say it is I who bewitch them they are wrong."
"But they do say it."
"Then they are not bewitched, for I am innocent."
No
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one answered.
"You are the only one, Mrs. Grigg, who says they are not
bewitched," said Judge Howen.
"If anyone here were accused of bewitching them as I am,
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head
direction.
very eyes!"
"
Judge Lawley. "Are you able to testify?
"Yes," replied Dorcas. She rose and turned triumphant eyes
on Ann. "She first took to visiting us when she became so
friendly with the other witch Gower. She interrupted me at
my spinning wheel, sending pains through my hands so that
I couldn't spin."
"I witnessed that myself," said the deacon.
Judge Walford leaned forward. "You saw Mistress Grigg
hurting your daughter?"
"She was invisible to me. But I saw Dorcas suffering with
unaccountable pains in her hands."
Judge Howen motioned Dorcas to continue.
"She promised me all manner of fine things if I would sign
"
away my soul to Satan. But I wouldn't!
"What things did she promise you?" asked Judge Dwine.
"A silver brocade apron with lace around the bottom, and
blue velvet gloves with silver fringes, and a beaver hat . . ."
Murmurs of indignation through the court excited her to
shriller recital. "She said she would give me lovely jewels like
her ruby ring and her diamonds, and she mocked the poor
funeral ring I wear on my finger. She promised me a love
hood of a dark gold-colored velvet faced with blue silk, and
said I could captivate whoever I chose with such finery."
"Did she show you these things that you give such accurate
descriptions of them?" asked Mr. Walford.
Dorcas hesitated only a second. "Oh, yes. Yes, indeed, sir.
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"And you?
"
asked
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How
else
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sins.
with you?"
"I
have no familiar.
My black bird
is at home.
You will
Judge Howen.
Jonathan raised his eyes and they rested burningly on Ann.
"It is not there. It vanished from its cage last week."
"What have you to say now, Mistress Grigg?"
asked
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Mercy Hubbard
it
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it,
ford.
"Two of
Howen.
Judge
it
it
."
is,
it,
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"Where did you get the wine and spices, Mrs. Grigg?"
Mr. Howen.
"The wine came from our own cellar . . ."
"And the spices?"
Ann sought some evasion to the question. She glanced out
of the window and saw the leaves of the trees motionless.
asked
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There was
ton."
"You
"Of
"No.
Why will
"I
sary?"
"No,"
said
are
one!"
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God?"
"I
"What is it?"
"Witch sounds."
"Witch laughter."
"I
hear naught but thunder!" cried Mr. Waif ord, but his
voice was lost in the growing panic.
"Ann Grigg, they're calling you!" cried Dorcas.
"It is only a storm raging! " shouted Thomas Dwine.
"A storm from the invisible world!"
"To rescue the witch!"
"Don't let them get to her!"
"Do you hear them, Mistress Grigg?" asked Judge Howen.
"I hear naught but the storm," replied Ann.
"Listen. Don't you hear the voices?"
"It is only the wind and the rain."
"No
I hear your name . ."
...
said
Ann.
room.
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or their fists.
"Strike them," urged Dorcas. "It hurts them. Hear them
scream!
"
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The room was indeed filled with shrieks and groans of pain.
In the confusion of that black battle who could distinguish
the visible form of his neighbor from the invisible foe? Men
and women felt blows and cuts on their faces and arms. In
the blinding flashes of lightning they saw the blood flowing
from their wounds.
Jonathan staggered under a fierce blow across his forehead.
He raised his voice above the uproar. "Stop! Stop this physi
cal struggle with the demons! We will use prayer against
them. No weapon is as potent against the witches as prayer!
O Thou Great Dread and Everliving God, keep not silent,"
he prayed, "for lo Thine enemies make a tumult and they that
hate Thee have lifted up their heads. Bring Thy dread power
to bear, O God, to make the witches like a wheel, as the
stubble before the wind. Fill their faces with shame. Let
them be confounded forever. Yea, let them perish that men
may know Thou art Most High over all the earth. . . ."
Gradually the people quieted under that strong confident
voice. Returning to their places, they knelt and prayed with
the minister. As the old lamplighter lit the lamps on the
walls they saw that everyone was kneeling except Ann Grigg
and the bewitched. In the lamplight they watched to see the
hated figure of the witch cringe under the holy words. But
she sat motionless.
Their eyes turned again toward the minister. What were
those dark shapes flickering about him? Were they but shad
ows cast by the trembling lamplight? Some cried out and hid
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The
people rose from their knees and gave praise to the Lord
Who had shown He would not cast off His people utterly.
They had been firm and had not succumbed to the fury of
the enemy. They had fought off the rescuers and held this
powerful witch against all onslaughts. There she sat, whitefaced and defeated, bereft of all hope of demoniacal deliver
ance. Her life lay now in the hands of godly men.
Dorcas looked toward Jonathan and gasped at the sight of
the bleeding cut across his forehead.
"Look!" she cried. "They tried to kill our minister!" She
whirled and pointed an accusing finger at Ann. "Now it is
proven to all how you sought to destroy him. And this isn't
the first time!"
Jonathan sank down on the bench, holding his handkerchief
to his wound, staring at Ann.
do you?"
"Jonathan! Oh, Jonathan! You don't believe
she cried, horrified at the look in his eyes.
it,
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"Tell
us
said to Dorcas.
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we had been warned off it. Yet I met Mr. Grigg on his way to
it. He said he did not know of the contagion, but that Mistress
Grigg had sent him to it on some errand."
"If I had not met him and warned him he would not be
alive this day!" cried Dorcas.
"What have you to say to this, Mr. Grigg?" asked Judge
Howen.
"Mistress Grigg knew naught about my setting out to the
ship."
Ann's heart gave a leap of joy at his defense of her.
"How do you explain your testimony then, Mr. Hubbard?"
asked Judge Howen.
"I do not know what lies behind Mr. Grigg's statement.
But I know that at the time, he told me he was on his way to
get something for her on that ship."
"That
is
arrival?
"She was not in the room when Goody Gower told me."
"Ah, then it was Goody Gower who brought you news
of the ship?"
is
it,
Jonathan. "I
mean
helplessly.
it
it,
"I
it
he
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it
if
259
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Ann had fashioned, that image so long cherished and carefullyhidden. He held it up for all to see, swinging it by its long
white robes.
"There, Mr. Grigg," said Judge Howen, "is the poppet of
your infant which Dorcas found hidden in your wife's trunk."
With a cry, Ann sprang forward and snatched it from the
marshal's hand, while Jonathan could only stare, white with
horror.
She rocked gently in her arms the beloved little figure. "See,
Jonathan, it is the image of our babe. I made it to comfort me
when our little one died."
"You mean before our little one diedto make it die!" he
cried in a terrible voice.
"No, Jonathan, no! Afterward ... I made it afterward. . . ."
Her heart quailed at his belief in the appalling charge. He did
not mean it! He could not! She struggled to hold the doll
which Judge Howen had motioned the guard to take from
her, trying to think of something to say to Jonathan to make
him retract his awful words. Captain Morgan pulled the pop
pet from her arms and placed it upon the magistrates' desk.
All lingering doubts in Jonathan's mind had been shattered
by the shock of seeing that poppet. "Would that I had chosen
a wortian of flesh and blood for wife instead of a demon with
"
water in its veins! he cried frenziedly.
Ann felt her mind whirling. "Am I not flesh and blood?"
she cried. She looked around wildly, and seeing the knife in
the guard's belt, jerked it out and slashed her arm, letting the
blood flow over sleeve and gown. "Look! Is this water?"
The people rose in consternation. The guard snatched back
his knife. Abigail and Thomas ran forward.
"Ann!" cried Thomas. "Bear up! Remember your friends
who believe in you!"
kerchief about the wound. "Why did you? How could you
hurt yourself so?"
Jonathan made no move.
Ann thrust her arm under his eyes. "Can't you see this is
blood?"
His eyes glittered cold as ice. "Your master in hell is laying
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his hand upon you to make the witch water look like blood.
I'll never be deceived by your artifices again."
Ann looked at her blood-stained arm and then at him. "Oh,
if you will not believe what you can see . . .
Jonathan
...
"
what you can touch!
He turned away from her.
over
here,
blood."
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"The human
senses
are
naught
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us!"
mured.
names
CHAPTER
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XXXVIII
The yellow
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How
Thomas."
"Come then. We have little time left," said Thomas huskily,
pressing the offered hand. "I'll tell you what I've planned as
we go along."
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dampness.
dom."
"I did not want to be a martyr!" cried Ann in despair. "I
thought I would win the judges and the people by the truth!"
"It's little chance truth has in a world that's blackened
with hate and fear," said the old woman. "I'd put truth away
and save it until the good time comes again when we can live
our lives by it."
"Would that time ever come if we all concealed it?"
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key grated in the lock. The heavy door swung open and
Jonathan stood on the threshold. He entered and set the
lighted lantern on the floor.
For a moment Ann stared at him, then with a choking cry,
stumbled toward him.
"Oh, Jonathan! God has not forsaken me!"
He caught her as the chains pulled, his arms closing around
her. "Ann!"
After a moment, she drew herself from his arms and looked
at him wonderingly. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to set you free."
"Glory be to God!" cried Goody Gower thankfully.
Incredulously Ann's eyes roamed his face, seeking further
confirmation of his words. When she saw the old tender ex
pression, she gave a wild cry of joy.
"Jonathan! Oh, thank God! I knew you wouldn't let me
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die!"
wasn't easy."
sake
did
bring you
"I
have
He rose
Ann."
promised.
she said to
Jonathan.
"Put on that hat, Ann. You'll find the horse back of the
jail. Thomas Dwine is waiting there for you."
She looked at him bewildered. "You're not
coming with
me?"
"I'm staying here. Thomas will ride with you."
"Ride with me? Where?"
"Ann, go! There's no time to explain. Thomas will get you
to New Amsterdam."
"New Amsterdam?" she echoed, dazed.
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"You'll
be safe there."
breast.
"I
...
What
are
"I
am
not going."
"Ann!"
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"How
can
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"It
is
as
innocent
as
am
to their deaths."
"My conscience is clear between God and myself."
"Yet I must do what I can to save you from further guilt."
"And I must save you from damnation!" he cried.
He threw his cloak over her shoulders and picked her up.
"No, Jonathan, no," she cried, struggling.
But his arms were tight about her and he carried her out of
the cell and out through the prison door that Old Tom closed
behind them.
Back of the jail Jonathan set Ann up on his horse and
mounted behind her. Thomas Dwine sprang to the saddle and
the two horses sped down the cobbled street. On Thomas'
lips was a smile tender and amused. The brave and obstinate
minister's lady had apparently resisted to the end and had to
be carried off by force. He had been prepared to do that very
same thing himself.
On the outskirts of the town Jonathan drew rein and dis
mounted. He lifted Ann from the saddle.
"I'll give you over to the care of Thomas now," he said.
"He'll take you to his sister's in New Amsterdam where you
can stay until I send you money to take up your own resi
dence."
They stood looking at each other. Thomas moved away so
that they might be alone. Love and fear and desperate hope
perplexed their hearts.
."
"Oh, Ann, my dearest!"
"Jonathan
. .
pillion.
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Warm
jailer swore that he locked her safely in her cell that night,
and Goody Gower said that when she came out of her sleep
Mistress Grigg was gone.
Now at last Jonathan realized that all the escapes attributed
to the Devil were the work of human hands. And what other
deceptions might not humans have practiced to disturb the
truth and bring confusion upon the minds of the judges and
the people? The line between the natural and the supernatural
was thin, and human ingenuity could indeed make one appear
as the other. With his own deceit in the secret rescue of Ann
the first seeds of doubt were sprouting,
picture of witchcraft.
Was it God's good hand or the treacherous claw of Satan
that had pushed him into that rescue of Ann? Was his soul
imperiled by the conscious freeing of a witch, or glorified by
unknowingly saving an innocent woman? Doubt and hope
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it,
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if
it,
Gower.
Again and again he read the record of Goody Gower's trial,
but could find no evidence here of a false confession through
fear which Ann had believed it was. Upon this solid basis of
fact, Jonathan determined further investigation. He would
find out from the old woman if Ann was indeed one of her
that would put an end to
former company. If she admitted
. . . Hope flamed anew at the
she denied
his doubts. And
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"The
same
"I
"It could
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...
these records,
before.
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It
you
."
"Yes, you did. But you retracted your accusation, and you
said, 'I called and called but you did not answer. It was not
you following me, hurting me . . .' Don't you remember?"
"No
I don't . . ." Her eyes were apprehensive on his
face. She did not see the figure approaching along the road.
"If your father had not sent for me," said Jonathan, "if we
had not forced you to admit your lie . . . you might have per
sisted in your false accusation that I practiced withcraft on
you."
"That had naught to do with witchcraft, Mr. Grigg," she
...
said.
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. .
my wife?"
She hesitated.
"Tell me the truth," said Jonathan, grasping her arm
roughly. "Or dread God's wrath that will hurl you to gaping
hell!"
"Well? Speak!"
"Maybe . . . maybe Satan did . . . delude me," she faltered.
Jonathan's face went white.
"Deluded you into falsely accusing Mistress Grigg and
"
Goody Gower? asked her father in a strange voice.
As he looked long at her his fiercely questioning gaze be
came almost pleading. When she did not answer, his stern eyes
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into custody.
But Dorcas did not return.
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ing. Nightly he held vigil in his study. His grief and shame
were like aching wounds. His soul was weighted with guilt.
What could he do to atone for what he had done? He, the
deceived, was the deceiver of the people. His words had
driven them into a frenzy of fear and hate so that they had
turned against one another like maddened beasts. Who could
judge truly when the heart was filled with fear? Were any
judged justly?
All the pride of belief in himself crumbled. He felt his soul
naked helpless and afraid. Yet when he walked abroad, he
walked erect, his face set sternly, and none knew that he
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suddenly
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