Joseph Putnam, and his household however held a different view of the subject, but they wisely kept their own counsel; though they had many a sly joke among themselves at the credulity of their neighbors. They knew that a little while after dark, a strange noise had been heard at the barn, and that one of the hired men going out, had found Dulcibel’s horse, without saddle or bridle, pawing at the door of the stable for admission. As this was a place the animal had been in the habit of coming to, and where she was always well treated and even petted, it was very natural that she should fly here from her persecutors, as she doubtless considered them.

  Upon being told of it, and not knowing what had occurred Master Joseph thought it most prudent not to put the animal into his stable, but ordered the man to get half-a-peck of oats, and some hay, and take the mare to a small cow-pen, in the woods in an out of the way place, where she might be for years, and no one outside his own people be any the wiser for it. The mare seemed quite docile, and was easily led, being in company with the oats, of which a handful occasionally was given to her; and so, being watered at a stream near by and fed daily, she was no doubt far more comfortable than she would have been in the black cloud that Abigail Williams was perfectly ready to swear she had seen her enter and where though there might be plenty of water, oats doubtless were not often meet with.

  CHAPTER XXIII.

  Master Raymond Also Complains of an “Evil Hand.”

  Master Raymond had everything now prepared upon his part, and was awaiting a message from Captain Alden, to the effect that he had made a positive engagement with the Danish captain.

  He had caught a serious cold on his return from Boston and, turning the matter over in his mind — for it is a wise thing to try to get some good result out of even apparently evil occurrences — he had called in the village doctor.

  But the good Doctor’s medicine did not seem to work as it ought to — for one reason, Master Raymond regularly emptied the doses out of the window; thinking as he told Master Joseph, to put them where they would do the most good. And when the Doctor came, and found that neither purging nor vomiting had been produced, these with bleeding and sweating being the great panaceas of that day — as perhaps of this — he was naturally astonished. In a case where neither castor oil, senna and manna, nor large doses of Glauber’s salts would work, a medical man was certainly justified in thinking that something must be wrong.

  Master Raymond suggested whether “an evil hand” might not be upon him. This was the common explanation at that time in Salem and its neighborhood. The doctors and the druggists nowadays miss a great deal in not having such an excuse made ready to their hands — it would account alike for adulterated drugs and ill-judged remedies.

  Master Raymond had the reputation of being rich, and the Doctor had been mortified by the bad behavior of his medicines — for if a patient be not cured, if he is at least vigorously handled, there seems to be something that can with propriety be heavily charged for. But if a doctor does nothing — neither cures, nor anything else — with what face can he bring in a weighty bill?

  And so good Doctor Griggs readily acquiesced in his patient’s supposition that “an evil hand,” was at work, and even suggested that he should bring Abigail Williams or some other “afflicted” girl with him the next time he came, to see with her sharpened eyes who it was that was bewitching him.

  But Master Raymond declined the offer — at least for the present. If the thing continued, and grew worse, he might be able himself to see who it was. Why should he not be as able to do it as Abigail Williams, or any other of the “afflicted” circle? Of course the doctor was not able to answer why; there seemed to be no good reason why one set of “afflicted” people should have a monopoly of the accusing business.

  Of course this came very quickly from the Doctor to Mistress Ann Putnam — for he was a regular attendant of that lady, whose nervous system indeed was in a fearful state by this time. And she puzzled a good deal over it. Did Master Raymond intend to accuse anyone? Who was it? Or was it merely a hint thrown out, that it was a game that two parties could play at?

  But then she smiled — she had the two ministers, and through them all the other ministers of the colony — the magistrates and judges — and the advantages of the original position. Imitators always failed. Still she rather liked the young man’s craft and boldness — Joseph Putnam would never have thought of such a thing. But still let him beware how he attempted to thwart her plans. He would soon find that she was the stronger.

  Joseph Putnam then began to answer inquiries as to the health of his guest, — that he was not much better, and thought somewhat of going up to Boston for further medical advice — as the medicines given him so far did not seem to work as well as they should do.

  “Could he bear the ride?”

  “Oh, very well indeed — his illness had not so far affected his strength much.”

  CHAPTER XXIV.

  Master Raymond’s Little Plan Blocked.

  “Our game is blocked!” said Joseph Putnam to Master Raymond as he rode up one afternoon soon after, and dismounted at the garden gate, where his guest was awaiting him, impatient to hear if anything had yet come from Captain Alden.

  “What do you mean?” said his guest.

  “Mean? Why, that yon she-wolf is too much for us. Captain Alden is arrested!”

  “What! Captain John Alden!”

  “Yes, Captain John Alden!”

  “On what charge?”

  Master Joseph smiled grimly, “For witchcraft!”

  “Nonsense!”

  “Yes, devilish nonsense! but true as gospel, nevertheless.”

  “And he submits to it?”

  “With all around him crazy, he cannot help it. Besides, as an officer of the government, he must submit to the laws.”

  “On whose complaint?”

  “Oh, the she-wolf’s of course — that delectable smooth-spoken wife of my brother Thomas. How any man can love a catty creature like that, beats me out.”

  “I suppose she found out that I went frequently to see the Captain, when in Boston?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “Who could have informed her?”

  “Her master, the devil, I suppose.”

  “Where is the Captain to be examined?”

  “Oh, here in Salem, where his accusers are. It comes off tomorrow. They lose no time you see.”

  “Well, I would not have believed it possible. Whom will they attack next?”

  “The Governor, I suppose,” replied Master Joseph satirically.

  “Or you?”

  “If she does, I’ll run my sword through her — not as being a woman, but as a foul fiend. I told her so. Let her dare to touch me, or any one under this roof!”

  “What did she say when you threatened her?”

  “She put on an injured expression; and said she could never believe anything wrong of her dear husband’s family, if all the ‘spectres’ in the world told her so.”

  “Well, I hope you are safe, but as for me—”

  “Oh, you are, too. You are within my gates. To touch you, is to touch me. She fully realizes that. Besides brother Thomas is her abject tool in most things; but some things even he would not allow.”

  Yes, Captain John Alden, son of that John Alden who was told by the pretty Puritan maiden, “Speak for yourself John,” when he went pleading the love-suit of his friend Captain Miles Standish; John Alden, captain of the only vessel of war belonging to the colony, a man of large property, and occupying a place in the very front rank of Boston society, had been arrested for witchcraft! What a state of insanity the religious delusion had reached, can be seen by this high-handed proceeding.

  Here again we come on to ground in which the details given in the old manuscript book, are fully confirmed, in every essential particular by existing public records. Mr. Upham, whose admirable account of “Salem Witchcraft” has been of great aid to me in the preparation of this volume, is evidently puzzled to account for Captain Alden’s arrest. He is not able to see how the gallant Captain could have excited the ire of the “afflicted circle.” He seems to have been entirely ignorant of this case of Dulcibel Burton — hers doubtless being one of the many cases in which the official records were purposely destroyed. If he had known of this case, he would have seen the connection between it and Captain Alden. It also might have explained the continual allusions to the “yellow bird” in so many of the trials — based possibly on Dulcibel’s canary, which had been given to her by the Captain, and whose habit of kissing her lips with its little bill had appeared so mysterious and diabolical to the superstitious inhabitants of Salem village.

  Master Raymond’s health, as is not to be wondered at, had improved sufficiently by the next day, to allow of his accompanying Joseph Putnam to the village, to attend Captain Alden’s examination. The meeting-house was even more crowded than usual, such was the absorbing interest taken in the case, owing to the Captain’s high standing in the province.

  The veteran Captain’s own brief account of this matter, which has come down to us, does not go into many details, and is valuable mainly as showing that he regarded it very much in the same light that it is regarded now — owing probably to the fact that while a church member in good standing, he doubtless was a good deal better seaman than church member. For he says he was “sent for by the Magistrates of Salem, upon the accusation of a company of poor distracted or possessed creatures or witches.” And he speaks further of them as “wenches who played their juggling tricks, falling down, crying out, and staring in people’s faces.”

  The worthy Captain’s account is however, as I have said, very brief — and has the tone of one who had been a participant, however unwillingly, in a grossly shameful affair, alike disgraceful to the colony and to everybody concerned in it. For some additional details, I am indebted to the manuscript volume.

  Captain Alden had not been arrested in Boston. He says himself in his statement, that “he was sent to Salem by Mr. Stoughton” — the Deputy Governor, and Chief-Justice of the Special Court that had condemned and executed Bridget Bishop, and which was now about to meet again.

  Before the meeting of the magistrates, Master Raymond had managed to have a few words with him in private, and found that no arrangements with any skipper had yet been made. The first negotiations had fallen through, and there was no other foreign vessel at that time in port whose master possessed what Captain Alden considered the requisite trustworthiness and daring. For he wanted a skipper that would show fight if he was pursued and overtaken; not that any actual fighting would probably be necessary, for a simple show of resistance would doubtless be all that was needed.

  “When I get back to Boston, I think I shall be able to arrange matters in the course of a week or two.”

  “What — in Boston jail?” queried Master Raymond.

  “You do not suppose the magistrates will commit me on such a trumped-up nonsensical charge as this?” said the stout old captain indignantly.

  “Indeed I do,” was the reply.

  “Why, there is not a particle of truth in it. I never saw these girls. I never even heard of their being in existence.”

  “Oh, that makes no difference.”

  “The devil it doesn’t!” said the old man, hotly. My readers must remember that he was a seaman.

  Here the sheriff came up and told the Captain he was wanted.

  CHAPTER XXV.

  Captain Alden before the Magistrates.

  There was an additional magistrate sitting on this occasion, Master Bartholomew Gedney — making three in all.

  Mistress Ann Putnam, the she-wolf, as her young brother-in-law had called her, was not present among the accusers — leaving the part of the “afflicted” to be played by the other and younger members of the circle.

  There was another Captain present, also a stranger, a Captain Hill; and he being also a tall man, perplexed some of the girls at first. One even pointed at him, until she was better informed in a whisper by a man who was holding her up. And then she cried out that it was “Alden! Alden!” who was afflicting her.

  At length one of the magistrates ordering Captain Alden to stand upon a chair, there was no further trouble upon that point; and the usual demonstrations began. As the accused naturally looked upon the “afflicted” girls, they went off into spasms, shrieks and convulsions. This was nearly always the first proceeding, as it created a profound sympathy for them, and was almost sufficient of itself to condemn the accused.

  “The tall man is pinching me!”

  “Oh, he is choking me!”

  “He is choking me! do hold his hands!”

  “He stabs me with his sword — oh, take it away from him!”

  Such were the exclamations that came from the writhing and convulsed girls.

  “Turn away his head! and hold his hands!” cried Squire Hathorne. “Take away his sword!” said Squire Gedney while the old Captain grew red and wrathful at the babel around him, and at the indignities to which he was subject.

  “Captain Alden, why do you torment these poor girls who never injured you?”

  “Torment them! — you see I am not touching them. I do not even know them; I never saw them before in my life,” growled the indignant old seaman.

  “See! there is the little yellow bird kissing his lips!” cried Abigail Williams. “Now it is whispering into his ear. It is bringing him a message from the other witch Dulcibel Burton. See! see! there it goes back again to her — through the window!”

  So well was this done, that probably half of the people present would have been willing to swear the next day, that they actually saw the yellow bird as she described it.

  “Ask him if he did not give her the yellow bird,” said Leah Herrick. “But probably he will lie about it.”

  “Did you not give the witch, Dulcibel Burton, a yellow bird, which is one of her familiars?” said Squire Hathorne sternly.

  “I gave her a canary bird that I brought from the West Indies, if that is what you mean,” replied the Captain. “But what harm was there in that?”

  “I knew it! The yellow bird told me so, when it came to peck out my eyes,” cried Mercy Lewis. “Oh! there it is again!” and she struck wildly into the air before her face. “Drive it away! Do drive it away, some one!”

  Here a young man pulled out his rapier, and began thrusting at the invisible bird in a furious manner.

  “Now it comes to me!” cried Sarah Churchill. And then the other girls also cried out, and began striking into the air before their faces, till there was anew a perfect babel of cries, shrieks and sympathizing voices.

  Master Raymond, amid all his indignation at such barefaced and wicked and yet successful imposture, could hardly avoid smiling at the expression of the old seaman’s face as he stood on the chair, and fronted all this tempest of absurd and villainous accusation. At first there had been a deep crimson glow of the hottest wrath upon the old man’s cheeks and brow; but now he seemed to have been shocked into a kind of stupor, so unexpected and weighty were the charges against him, and made with such vindictive fierceness; and yet so utterly absurd, while at the same time, so impossible of being refuted.

  “He bought the yellow bird from Tituba’s mother — her spectre told me so!” cried Abigail Williams.

  “What do you say to that, Master Alden?” said Squire Gedney. “That is a serious charge.”

  “I never saw any Tituba or her mother,” exclaimed the Captain, again growing indignant.

  “Who then did you buy the witch’s familiar of?” asked Squire Hathorne.

  “I do not know — some old negro wench!”

  Here the magistrates looked at each other sagely, and nodded their wooden heads. It was a fatal admission. “You had better confess all, and give glory to God!” said Squire Gedney solemnly.

  “I trust I shall always be ready to give glory to God,” answered the old man stoutly; “but I do not see that it would glorify Him to confess to a pack of lies. You have known me for many years, Master Gedney, but did you ever know me to speak an untruth, or seek to injure any innocent persons, much less women and children?”

  Squire Gedney said that he had known the accused many years, and had even been at sea with him, and had always supposed him to be an honest man; but now he saw good cause to alter that judgment.

  “Turn and look now again upon those afflicted persons,” concluded Squire Gedney.

  As the accused turned and again looked upon them, all of the “afflicted” fell down on the floor as if he had struck them a heavy blow — moaning and crying out against him.

  “I judge you by your works; and believe you now to be a wicked man and a witch,” said Squire Gedney in a very severe tone.

  Captain Alden turned then and looked directly at the magistrate for several moments. “Why does not my look knock you down too?” he said indignantly. “If it hurts them so much, would it not hurt you a little?”

  “He wills it not to hurt you,” cried Leah Herrick. “He is looking at you, but his spectre has its back towards you.”

  There was quite a roar of applause through the crowded house at such an exposure of the old Captain’s trickery. He was very cunning to be sure; but the “afflicted” girls could see through his knavery.

  “Make him touch the poor girls,” said the Reverend Master Noyes. For it was the accepted theory that by doing this, the witch, in spite of himself, reabsorbed into his own body the devilish energy that had gone out of him, and the afflicted were healed. This was repeatedly done through the progress of these examinations and the after trials; and was always found to be successful, both as a cure of the sufferers, and an undeniable proof that the person accused was really a witch.