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DULCIBEL
A Tale of Old Salem
BY
HENRY PETERSON
Author of
"Pemberton, or One Hundred Years Ago"
Illustrations by
HOWARD PYLE
PHILADELPHIA
The John C. Winston Co.
1907
Copyright 1907
BY
Walter Peterson.
Contents.
Chapter. Page.
I DULCIBEL BURTON 1
II IN WHICH SOME NECESSARY INFORMATION IS GIVEN 12
III THE CIRCLE IN THE MINISTER'S HOUSE 17
IV SATAN'S ESPECIAL GRUDGE AGAINST OUR PURITAN FATHERS 22
V LEAH HERRICK'S POSITION AND FEELINGS 24
VI A DISORDERLY SCENE IN CHURCH 27
VII A CONVERSATION WITH DULCIBEL 32
VIII AN EXAMINATION OF REPUTED WITCHES 47
IX ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY MORE ALLEGED WITCHES 54
X BRIDGET BISHOP CONDEMNED TO DIE 59
XI EXAMINATION OF REBECCA NURSE 64
XII BURN ME OR HANG ME, I WILL STAND IN THE TRUTH OF CHRIST 73
XIII DULCIBEL IN DANGER 80
XIV BAD NEWS 91
XV THE ARREST OF DULCIBEL AND ANTIPAS 94
XVI DULCIBEL IN PRISON 102
XVII DULCIBEL BEFORE THE MAGISTRATES 107
XVIII WELL, WHAT NOW? 123
XIX ANTIPAS WORKS A MIRACLE 128
XX MASTER RAYMOND GOES TO BOSTON 136
XXI A NIGHT INTERVIEW 139
XXII THE REVEREND MASTER PARRIS EXORCISES "LITTLE WITCH" 149
XXIII MASTER RAYMOND ALSO COMPLAINS OF AN "EVIL HAND" 162
XXIV MASTER RAYMOND'S LITTLE PLAN BLOCKED 166
XXV CAPTAIN ALDEN BEFORE THE MAGISTRATES 172
XXVI CONSIDERING NEW PLANS 180
XXVII THE DISSIMULATION OF MASTER RAYMOND 188
XXVIII THE CRUEL DOINGS OF THE SPECIAL COURT 192
XXIX DULCIBEL'S LIFE IN PRISON 199
XXX EIGHT LEGAL MURDERS ON WITCH HILL 205
XXXI A NEW PLAN OF ESCAPE 214
XXXII WHY THE PLAN FAILED 221
XXXIII MISTRESS ANN PUTNAM'S FAIR WARNING 230
XXXIV MASTER RAYMOND GOES AGAIN TO BOSTON 237
XXXV CAPTAIN TOLLEY AND THE STORM KING 244
XXXVI SIR WILLIAM PHIPS AND LADY MARY 252
XXXVII THE FIRST RATTLE OF THE RATTLESNAKE 262
XXXVIII CONFLICTING CURRENTS IN BOSTON 269
XXXIX THE RATTLESNAKE MAKES A SPRING 273
XL AN INTERVIEW WITH LADY MARY 280
XLI MASTER RAYMOND IS ARRESTED FOR WITCHCRAFT 287
XLII MASTER RAYMOND ASTONISHES THE MAGISTRATES 293
XLIII WHY THOMAS PUTNAM WENT TO IPSWICH 303
XLIV HOW MASTER JOSEPH CIRCUMVENTED MISTRESS ANN 309
XLV THE TWO PLOTTERS CONGRATULATE EACH OTHER 330
XLVI MISTRESS ANN'S OPINION OF THE MATTER 336
XLVII MASTER RAYMOND VISITS LADY MARY 343
XLVIII CAPTAIN TOLLEY'S PROPOSITIONS 351
XLIX MASTER RAYMOND CONFOUNDS MASTER COTTON MATHER 355
L BRINGING AFFAIRS TO A CRISIS 366
LI LADY MARY'S COUP D'ETAT 371
LII AN UNWILLING PARSON 385
LIII THE WEDDING TRIP AND WHERE THEN 394
LIV SOME CONCLUDING REMARKS 397
=Illustrations.=
Page.
STOOD UP SERENE BUT HEROIC FRONTISPIECE.
"THE LORD KNOWS THAT I HAVEN'T HURT THEM" 68
MARCHED FROM JAIL FOR THE LAST TIME 208
CHAPTER I.
Dulcibel Burton.
In the afternoon of a sunny Autumn day, nearly two hundred years ago, a
young man was walking along one of the newly opened roads which led into
Salem village, or what is now called Danvers Centre, in the then
Province of Massachusetts Bay.
The town of Salem, that which is now the widely known city of that name,
lay between four and five miles to the southeast, on a tongue of land
formed by two inlets of the sea, called now as then North and South
Rivers. Next to Plymouth it is the oldest town in New England, having
been first settled in 1626. Not till three years after were Boston and
Charlestown commenced by the arrival of eleven ships from England. It is
a significant fact, as showing the hardships to which the early settlers
were exposed, that of the fifteen hundred persons composing this Boston
expedition, two hundred died during the first winter. Salem has also the
honor of establishing the first New England church organization, in
1629, with the Reverend Francis Higginson as its pastor.
Salem village was an adjunct of Salem, the town taking in the adjacent
lands for the purpose of tillage to a distance of six miles from the
meeting-house. But in the progress of settlement, Salem village also
became entitled to a church of its own; and it had one regularly
established at the date of our story, with the Reverend Samuel Parris as
presiding elder or minister.
There had been many bickerings and disputes before a minister could be
found acceptable to all in Salem village. And the present minister was
by no means a universal favorite. The principal point of contention on
his part was the parsonage and its adjacent two acres of ground. Master
Parris claimed that the church had voted him a free gift of these; while
his opponents not only denied that it had been done, but that it
lawfully could be done. This latter view was undoubtedly correct; for
the parsonage land was a gift to the church, for the perpetual use of
its pastor, whosoever he might be. But Master Parris would not listen to
reason on this subject, and was not inclined to look kindly upon the men
who steadfastly opposed him.
The inhabitants of Salem village were a goodly as well as godly people,
but owing to these church differences about their ministers, as well as
other disputes and lawsuits relative to the bounds of their respective
properties, there was no little amount of ill feeling among them. Small
causes in a village are just as effective as larger ones in a nation, in
producing discord and strife; and the Puritans as a people were
distinguished by all that determination to insist upon their rights, and
that scorn of compromising difficulties, which men of earnest and honest
but narrow natures have manifested in all ages of the world. Selfishness
and uncharitableness are never so dangerous as when they assume the
character of a conscientious devotion to the just and the true.
But all this time the young man has been walking almost due north from
the meeting house in Salem village.
The road was not what would be called a good one in these days, for it
was not much more than a bridle-path; the riding being generally at that
time on horseback. But it was not the rather broken and uneven condition
of the path which caused the frown on the young pedestrian's face, or
the irritability shown by the sharp slashes of the maple switch in his
hand upon the aspiring weeds along the roadside.
"If ever mortal man was so bothered," he muttered at last, coming to a
stop. "Of course she is the best match, the other is below me, and has a
spice of Satan in her; but then she makes the blood stir in a man. Ha!"
This exclamation came as he lifted his eyes from the ground, and gazed
up the road before him. There, about half a mile distant, was a young
woman riding toward him. Then she stopped her horse under a tree, and
evidently was trying to break off a switch, while her horse pranced
around in a most excited fashion. The horse at last starts in a rapid
gallop. The young man sees that in trying to get the switch, she has
allowed the bridle to get loose and over the horse's head, and can no
longer control the fiery animal. Down the road towards him she comes in
a sharp gallop, striving to stop the animal with her voice, evidently
not the least frightened, but holding on to the pommel of the saddle
with one hand while she makes desperate grasps at the hanging rein with
the other.
The young Puritan smiled, he took in the situation with a glance, and
felt no fear for her but rather amusement. He was on the top of a steep
hill, and he knew he could easily stop the horse as it came up; even if
she did not succeed in regaining her bridle, owing to the better chances
the hill gave her.
"She is plucky, anyhow, if she is rather a tame wench," said he, as the
girl grasped the bridle rein at last, when about half way up the hill,
and became again mistress of the blooded creature beneath her.
"Is that the way you generally ride, Dulcibel?" asked the young man
smiling.
"It all comes from starting without my riding whip," replied the girl.
"Oh, do stop!" she continued to the horse who now on the level again,
began sidling and curveting.
"Give me that switch of yours, Jethro. Now, you shall see a miracle."
No sooner was the switch in her hand, than the aspect and behavior of
the animal changed as if by magic. You might have thought the little
mare had been raised in the enclosure of a Quaker meeting-house, so
sober and docile did she seem.
"It is always so," said the girl laughing. "The little witch knows at
once whether I have a whip with me or not, and acts accordingly. No, I
will not forgive you," and she gave the horse two or three sharp cuts,
which it took like a martyr. "Oh, I wish you would misbehave a little
now; I should like to punish you severely."
They made a very pretty picture, the little jet-black mare, and the
mistress with her scarlet paragon bodice, even if the latter was
entirely too pronounced for the taste of the great majority of the
inhabitants, young and old, of Salem village.
"But how do you happen to be here?" said the girl.
"I called to see you, and found you had gone on a visit to Joseph
Putnam's. So I thought I would walk up the road and meet you coming
back."
"What a sweet creature Mistress Putnam is, and both so young for man and
wife."
"Yes, Jo married early, but he is big enough and strong enough, don't
you think so?"
"He is a worshiped man indeed. Have you met the stranger yet?"
"That Ellis Raymond? No, but I hear he is something of a popinjay in his
attire, and swelled up with the conceit that he is better than any of us
colonists."
"I do not think so," and the girl's cheek colored a deeper red. "He
seems to be a very modest young man indeed. I liked him very much."
"Oh, well, I have not seen him yet. But they say his father was a son of
Belial, and fought under the tyrant at Naseby."
"But that is all over and his widowed mother is one of us."
"Hang him, what does it matter!" Then, changing his tone, and looking at
her a little suspiciously. "Did Leah Herrick say anything to you against
me the other night at the husking?"
"I do not allow people to talk to me against my friends," replied she
earnestly.
"She was talking to you a long time I saw."
"Yes."
"It must have been an interesting subject."
"It was rather an unpleasant one to me."
"Ah!"
"She wanted me to join the 'circle' which they have just started at the
minister's house. She says that old Tituba has promised to show them how
the Indians of Barbados conjure and powwow, and that it will be great
sport for the winter nights."
"What did you say to it?"
"I told her I would have nothing to do with such things; that I had no
liking for them, and that I thought it was wrong to tamper with such
matters."
"That was all she said to you?" and the young man seemed to breathe more
freely.
The girl was sharp-witted--what girl is not so in all affairs of the
heart?--and it was now her turn. "Leah is very handsome," she said.
"Yes--everybody says so," he replied coolly, as if it were a fact of
very little importance to him, and a matter which he had thought very
little about.
Dulcibel, was not one to aim all around the remark; she came at once,
simply and directly to the point.
"Did you ever pay her any attentions?"
"Oh, no, not to speak of. What made you think of such an absurd thing?"
"'Not to speak of'--what do you mean?"
"Oh, I kept company with her for awhile--before you came to Salem--when
we were merely boy and girl."
"There never was any troth plighted between you?"
"How foolish you are, Dulcibel! What has started you off on this
track?"
"Yourself. Answer me plainly. Was there ever any love compact between
you?"
"Oh, pshaw! what nonsense all this is!"
"If you do not answer me, I shall ask her this very evening."
"Of course there was nothing between us--nothing of any account--only a
boy and girl affair--calling her my little wife, and that kind of
nonsense."
"I think that a great deal. Did that continue up to the time I came to
the village?"
"How seriously you take it all! Remember, I have your promise,
Dulcibel."
"A promise on a promise is no promise--every girl knows that. If you do
not answer me fully and truly, Jethro, I shall ask Leah."
"Yes," said the young man desperately "there was a kind of childish
troth up to that time, but it was, as I said, a mere boy and girl
affair."
"Boy and girl! You were eighteen, Jethro; and she sixteen nearly as old
as Joseph Putnam and his wife were when they married."
"I do not care. I will not be bound by it; and Leah knows it."
"You acted unfairly toward me, Jethro. Leah has the prior right. I
recall my troth. I will not marry you without her consent."
"You will not!" said the young man passionately--for well he knew that
Leah's consent would never be given.
"No, I will not!"
"Then take your troth back in welcome. In truth, I met you here this day
to tell you that. I love Leah Herrick's little finger better than your
whole body with your Jezebel's bodice, and your fine lady's airs. You
had better go now and marry that conceited popinjay up at Jo Putnam's,
if you can get him."
With that he pushed off down the hill, and up the road, that he might
not be forced to accompany her back to the village.
Dulcibel was not prepared for such a burst of wrath, and such an
uncovering of the heart. Which of us has not been struck with wonder,
even far more than indignation, at such times? A sudden difference
occurs, and the man or the woman in whom you have had faith, and whom
you have believed noble and admirable, suddenly appears what he or she
really is, a very common and vulgar nature. It makes us sick at heart
that we could have been so deceived.
Such was the effect upon Dulcibel. What a chasm she had escaped. To
think she had really agreed to marry such a spirit as that! But
fortunately it was now all over.
She not only had lost a lover, but a friend. And one day before, this
also would have had its unpleasant side to her. But now she felt even a
sensation of relief. Was it because this very day a new vision had
entered into the charmed circle of her life? If it were so, she did not
acknowledge the fact to herself; or even wonder in her own mind, why the
sudden breaking of her troth-plight had not left her in a sadder humor.
For she put "Little Witch" into a brisk canter, and with a smile upon
her face rode into the main street of the village.