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If the cattle died of an epidemic, or a disease unknown to the poor science of the day, it was the result of witchcraft. If a child or grown person was afflicted with some strange disease, such as epilepsy, the "jerks," "St. Vitus' dance," "rickets" or other strange nervous complaints, which they could not understand, they at once attributed it to witchcraft.
There sprang up a cla.s.s of people called "witch-doctors" who, it was claimed, had power to dispel the charm and bring the witch to grief. The only way a witch could relieve herself and reestablish her power was to go to the house of the person bewitched and borrow something. As, in those early days, all articles of domestic use were scarce, and neighbors depended on borrowing, many an old lady was amazed to find herself refused, and was wholly unable to account for the sudden coolness of persons, whom she had always loved.
Mr. Parris, the fanatic, fraud and schemer, perhaps did more to augment witchcraft, than any other person in the colonies. Parris was ambitious.
The circle of young girls, as the reader will remember, first held their seances at his home. Their young nervous systems were so wrought upon, that, at their age in life, they were thrown into spasms resembling epileptic fits. Instead of treating their disease scientifically, as such cases would be treated at present, the parson foolishly declared that they were bewitched. Those children could not have been wholly impostors. They were deceived by the preachers and the zealous, bloodthirsty bigots into actually believing some of the statements they uttered. Their nerves were shattered, their imaginations wrought upon, until they took almost any shape capricious fancy or the evil-minded Parris would dictate.
When Charles Stevens arrived in Salem, instead of finding the dread superst.i.tion a thing of the past, to be forgotten or remembered only with a sense of shuddering shame, he found that the flame had been fanned to a conflagration. Mr. Parris and Mr. Noyes contrived to preach from their pulpits sermons on protean devils and monsters of the air, until the more credulous of their congregations were almost driven to insanity. One evening, as Parris was pa.s.sing the home of Goody Vance, she met him at the door, and, with a face blanched with fear and annoyance, said:
"Mr. Parris, I am grievously annoyed with a witch in my churn."
"What does she do?" he asked.
"She prevents the b.u.t.ter from forming, and I have churned until my arms seem as if they would drop off."
The parson's face grew grave, and, going to a certain tree, he broke some switches from it and entered the house.
"Take the milk from the churn," he said. "Pour it into a skillet and place the skillet on the coals before the fire."
This was done, and the astounded housewife, with her numerous children, stood gazing at the pastor, who, with his white, cadaverous face, thin lips and hooked nose, looked as if he might have power over the spirits of darkness. He drew a chair up before the fire and, seating himself, began whipping the milk, saying:
"I do this in the name of the Lord," which he repeated with every stroke.
[Ill.u.s.tration: At every stroke he repeated, "I do this in the name of the Lord."]
Goody Nurse, who was on the best of terms with Goody Vance, had unfortunately broken the spindle of her wheel and, knowing that her neighbor had an extra one, came to borrow it. She was astonished to see their pastor seated before a skillet of milk whipping it with switches.
No sooner was her errand made known, than Parris, leaping to his feet, cried:
"No! no! lend her nothing, or you will break the spell! Avaunt, vile witch, or I will scourge you until your shoulders are bare and bleeding."
Goody Nurse, astonished and terrified, retired, and next Lord's day the incident formed a theme for Mr. Parris' sermon. This was the first sermon Charles had heard since his return.
"Mother, I will go no more to hear Mr. Parris," Charles declared, on reaching home.
"You must, my son. The laws of the colony compel the attendance on divine worship."
"Such laws should be repealed as foolish. Compel one to go to church, to listen to such nonsense!" and Charles hurried away in disgust.
Cora had been watching him during his conversation with his mother. He had scarcely been able to speak with her at all since his return.
Charles turned toward her as he ceased speaking, and Cora, seeming to dread meeting his eyes, was about to disappear into her room, when he called her:
"Cora, don't go away. I must talk with you."
"What would you say?" she asked, her heart fluttering in her bosom like a captive bird.
"There is much. Let us go down to the brook and sit on the green banks as we used to do."
She trembled, hesitated a moment and acquiesced. They went slowly down the path, neither saying a word until the brook was reached. When they were seated on the bank, Charles asked:
"Cora, are you still persecuted by Mr. Parris? Does he continue to denounce you?"
"He does."
"That is an evidence that he is a man of low qualities. And he still a.s.sails Goody Nurse?"
"Yes, sir. Goody Nurse, Goody Corey, Bishop and Casty have all been cried out upon, and it is not known when they will stop."
"This craze has a.s.sumed dangerous proportions, Cora."
"It has. They are going to law," she answered. "Some are already in jail."
"I have heard of it, and, with prejudiced judges and juries and false witnesses, life will be in great peril."
"I know it."
Then Charles was silent for a moment, listening to the song of a bird in its leafy bower. When the feathered songster had warbled forth his lay and flown to a distant tree on which to try its notes, Charles asked:
"Have you seen your father recently?"
"He was here two months ago."
"Did he want to take you away with him?"
"He did; but I could not go. I promised to remain until your return."
"Cora, may it not be dangerous so far on the frontier?"
"There is danger; but he has secured me a home with the family of Mr.
Dustin, where he thinks I will be safe."
"Is your father's brother with him?"
"He is."
"Did they come here together?"
"Yes; they are inseparable."
"Cora, don't you think there is some mystery about those brothers, which you do not understand?"
"I know there is."
"Were they both players?"
"I believe they once were."
"Have you told your father of the persecutions of Mr. Parris?"
"Not all."