Thundher, and wind, and lightnin', and hail, and rain, were all at work together, and every one knew at wanst that the devil was riz for somethin'.

Well, I'm near the end of it.

The next mornin' the priest and the magisthrate, and a large body of people from all quarthers, came to make a prisoner of her; but, indeed, wherever she might be herself, they didn't expect to find this light, flimsy hut standin', nor stick nor stone of it together afther such a storm.

What was their surprise, then, to see wid their own eyes that not a straw on the roof of it was disturbed any more than if it had been the calmest night that ever came on the earth!" "But about the witch herself ?" "She was gone; neither hilt nor hair of her was there; nor from that day to this was she ever seen by mortal.

It's not hard to guess, however, what became of her.