"It is her old great grandmother! See, there she is! Off! Off! She is trying to choke me!" endeavoring seemingly to unclasp invisible hands from her throat.
The other "afflicted" ones joined in the tumult.

With one it was the "yellow bird" pecking at her eyes, with another the black horse rearing up and striking her with its hoofs.

Leah Herrick cried that Dulcibel's "spectre" was choking her.
"Hold her hands still!" ordered Squire Hathorne, and a constable sprang to each side of the accused maiden and held her arms and hands in a grasp of iron.
Joseph Putnam made an exclamation that almost sounded like an oath, and made a step forward; but a firm hand was laid upon his shoulder.

"Be patient!" whispered Ellis Raymond, though his own mouth was twitching considerably.

"We are the anvil now; wait till our turn comes to be sledgehammer!" Such a din and babel as the "afflicted" kept up! By the curious power of sympathy it affected the crowd almost to madness.