A wild yell went up from the crowd, and an impudent urchin cried: "Ann Linkon, how like you your bath ?" "I'll scratch your eyes out!" she shrieked, then again began to denounce her prosecutor as she once more descended, repeating, "She's a hussy!" Down, down she went into the water, until it came to her chin, causing her to utter another shriek.

Again she was lifted high in the air.

The sheriff, who was superintending the enforcement of the sentence, turned to his assistants and said: "You do not dip her under; let the stool go lower." As Ann Linkon descended for the last time, she seemed to gather up all her energies and, in a voice overflowing with hate, shrieked: "It's true! She is a hussy!" Plunging down, down, down, until ducking-stool and occupant were completely buried beneath the water, sank the victim, and on the air came a gurgling sound: "She's a hussy!" The sheriff's assistants gave the rope a sudden pull, and in an instant the choking, strangling creature soared up in the air, gasping for breath with the water running in streams from her garments.

She made several efforts to speak, but in vain.

Her mouth, nostrils, eyes and ears were full of water, and she could only gasp.