As the foot and leg came down on that side, and the stirrup gave her a smart crack, the mare's ears, which had been pricked up, went backwards and she began to prance around, John Indian still holding her by the mouth.
"Let her go, John," said the minister; "she does not like to be held," and he tightened the rein.
John, by his master's orders, had put on a curbbit; in place of the easy snaffle to which the mare had always been accustomed.

And now as the minister tightened the rein, and the chain of the curb began to press upon and pain the mouth of the sensitive creature, she began to back and rear in a most excited fashion.
"Loose de rein!" cried John Indian.
The minister did so.

But the animal now was fully alarmed; and no loosening or tightening would avail much.

She was her old self again--as bewitched as ever.

She reared, she plunged, she kicked, she sidled, and went through all the motions, which, on previous occasions, she had always found eventually successful in ridding her back of its undesired burden.
"Oh, do get off of the wild beast," cried Mistress Parris, in great alarm.
"She is still bewitched," cried Abigail Williams.