“Ey con scarcely rekillect it, my head be so confused, mester,” replied the pedlar.

“Make an effort, John,” persisted Potts; “it is most desirable such a dreadful offender should not escape justice.”

“Weel, weel, ey’n try an tell it then,” replied the pedlar.  “Yo mun knoa ey wur crossing the hill fro’ Cown to Rough Lee, wi’ my pack upon my shouthers, when who should ey meet boh Mother Demdike, an hoo axt me to gi’ her some scithers an pins, boh, os ill luck wad ha’ it, ey refused.  ‘Yo had better do it, John,’ hoo said, ’or yo’ll rue it efore to-morrow neet.’  Ey laughed at her, an trudged on, boh when I looked back, an seed her shakin’ her skinny hond at me, ey repented and thowt ey would go back, an gi’ her the choice o’ my wares.  Boh my pride wur too strong, an ey walked on to Barley an Ogden, an slept at Bess’s o th’ Booth, an woke this mornin’ stout and strong, fully persuaded th’ owd witch’s threat would come to nowt.  Alack-a-day! ey wur out i’ my reckonin’, fo’ scarcely had ey reached this kloof, o’ my way to Sabden, than ey wur seized wi’ a sudden shock, os if a thunder-bowt had hit me, an ey lost the use o’ my lower limbs, an t’ laft soide, an should ha’ deed most likely, if it hadna bin fo’ Ebil o’ Jem’s o’ Dan’s who spied me out, an brought me help.”

“Yours is a deplorable case indeed, John,” said Richard—­“especially if it be the result of witchcraft.”

“You do not surely doubt that it is so, Master Richard?” cried Potts.

“I offer no opinion,” replied the young man; “but a paralytic stroke would produce the same effect.  But, instead of discussing the matter, the best thing we can do will be to transport the poor man to Bess’s o’ th’ Booth, where he can be attended to.”

“Tom and I can carry him there, if Abel will take charge of his pack,” said one of the grooms.

“That I win,” replied the cowherd, unstrapping the box, upon which the sufferer’s head rested, and placing it on his own shoulders.

Meanwhile, a gate having been taken from its hinges by Sparshot and the reeve, the poor pedlar, who groaned deeply during the operation, was placed upon it by the men, and borne towards the village, followed by the others, leading their horses.

Great consternation was occasioned in Goldshaw Booth by the entrance of the cavalcade, and still more, when it became known that John Law, the pedlar, who was a favourite with all, had had a frightful seizure.  Old and young flocked forth to see him, and the former shook their heads, while the latter were appalled at the hideous sight.  Master Potts took care to tell them that the poor fellow was bewitched by Mother Demdike; but the information failed to produce the effect he anticipated, and served rather to repress than heighten their sympathy for the sufferer.  The attorney concluded, and justly, that they were afraid of incurring the displeasure of the vindictive old hag by an open expression of interest in his fate.  So strongly did this feeling operate, that after bestowing a glance of commiseration at the pedlar, most of them returned, without a word, to their dwellings.