My black horse misbehaved on that afternoon Jethro Sands tells of, as I told him at the time; simply because I had no whip.

When he gave me his switch, the vixenish animal came at once into subjection to save herself a good whipping.

It was not a hazel switch, his statement is false, and he knows it, it was a maple one." "And you mean to say, I suppose," shrieked out Mistress Ann Putnam, "that you have no witch-mark either; that you do not carry the devil's brand of a snake over your heart ?" "I have some such mark, but it is a birth-mark, and not a witch-mark.

It is a simple curving line of red," and the girl blushed crimson at being compelled to such a reference to a personal peculiarity.

But she faltered not in her speech, though her tones were more indignant than before.