More months pa.s.sed, during which the old woman, in spite of Tom"s rebuffs, made him various offers for the sow, but every time less than the preceeding, as she said the pig was getting poorer and would soon be reduced to skin and bone. Tom, finding that his sow had eaten and destroyed more than she was worth, and all the time getting leaner, fastened a rope to her leg and started early one Thursday morning for Penzance, determined to sell her for anything he might be offered rather than bring her back again. The sow went on, quiet as a lamb, till she came to a stream running across the road in Bojew-bottom; there was no bridge over Bojew water in Tom"s time. The sow wouldn"t take to the water, nor could the man make her; he tried to put her across, wheelbarrow fashion, holding her up by the hind legs; then he endeavoured to drag her through the water, but she turned right around, bolted in between his legs, upset him in the muddy stream, and the rope slipping from his hand, she took her way up the moors, over hedges and ditches. Tom followed her, through bogs, brambles, and furze for many miles, till they came out in Leah lanes on the Land"s End road to Penzance and Sancreed; the sow seemingly never the worse. But Tom felt very tired, and his clothes were torn to rags with the thickets.
The sow, now on the road to Penzance, and near Tregonebris Downs, went along so quietly that Tom caught hold of the rope again, made a running noose in the end of it, and (that she mightn"t jerk it away again,) pa.s.sed it over his hand and reeved it round his wrist. That being done to his mind, "Now, ah es much to me," says Tom to himself, or to the sow, "late as et es, ef I don"t get "e to market yet." He hadn"t spoken the words a minute when a hare leaped out of a bush beside the road, made a squeak that sounded like "chee-ah!" ran down over the moor, the sow followed after, dragging Tom along, and never stopped, going almost as fast as the hare, till she came to Tregonebris bridge, when in under the road she bolted, so far as the rope would let her. The opening under the road being little other than a drain, or "bolt," as we say, Tom couldn"t even crawl in on all-fours, his arm was almost dragged out of joint, and the loop, reeved on his wrist, cutting through the skin; Tom by good luck having his knife in his pocket, managed to get at it, cut the rope, and let the sow go; but she only went as far as the middle of the bridge, where it was narrowest, and fell to lie in the water.
Tom could neither drive nor coax his pig from under the road. He threw all the stones he could find at her till he had nearly closed up the bridge on one side, but she hardly noticed him with a grunt.
About noon Tom got very hungry; yet he was afraid to leave his sow and go to the nearest house, that he might have something to eat, because whilst he was out of sight the devil-directed pig might bolt away, no one could tell whither. Tom sat down beside the bridge, wishing some one might go by or heave in sight within call. He had to wait there till near sunset, when who should come by, from Tregonebris way, but Old Betty, with her basket on her arm and knitting-stocking in her hand. She came on clicking her needles, knitting all the way, and looking as demure as if "b.u.t.ter wouldn"t melt in her mouth and cheese choke her."
When she saw Tom sitting beside the road she seemed all surprised like, and said "Arrea! cousin, es that you? Have "e sold the sow and got drunk on the profit, that you have missed your way back, an soas?"
"Well, Old Betty, es that thee? I must say that thee hast beaten me hollow," Tom replied. "The sow is under the "brudge," and thee dust know it well enow; for who but thee crossed the road and went over the moor in the shape of a hare? Thy friend, the devil, lent thee his hounds, I suppose, to drive her in where she can neither turn, go forth, nor come back, et seems to me."
"Well, thank the powers," said she, according to her custom, when anyone came to grief, "I am"at the only one in trouble this day; but as you are a cousin of my own, I"ll give "e the value of the sow still, and that es about half of what she cost "e, because she"s now gone to skin and bone, et will take months to get her up again."
"If you will give me something from your basket to eat, and what you last offered, you may take her, get her out ef you can, and be d----d to "e."
But no, the old witch stood out, and wouldn"t give a farthing more than half of what Tom paid for the sow; and he was glad at last, to get that and a two-penny loaf which she took from her basket. Then the dame went down to the mouth of the bridge, or bolt, only just said "Chee-ah!
Chee-ah!" and the sow came out and followed her home like a dog.
Tom took the road to Sancras Church-town, and stayed at "The Bird in hand" as long as his money lasted. "It was no good to lay by; he might as well spend it first as last," he said, "because every shilling of the devil"s coin will go and take nine more with it." All who heard Tom"s story agreed that what seemed a hare, to cross his path, was no other than Old Betty in that shape, and wished they could send a silver bullet through her. It is said here as elsewhere that lead has no effect on a witch-hare. The old woman kept her pig many years for a store-sow and she became the parent of a numerous progeny.
THE STORY OF MADAM NOY.
After Betty had gained her ends with Tom Trenoweth, n.o.body ventured to deny her anything she coveted except Madam Noy, of Pendre. From the little known of this lady, she seems to have been a strong-minded close-fisted termagant. She was fond of going to law, and had always suits on hand concerning the bounds and common rights of her lands. She is said also to have kept the best hunter and hounds in the West Country, and that she coursed with them daily as she rode over her farms, across hedges and ditches, to inspect her work-people and stock.
We suppose she was a widow then, or if she had a husband he made too little noise in his time to be remembered. She took great pride in her poultry; above all, in her rare breed of hens with large tufts or cops on their heads. Now Betty knew that Madam had often refused to give or sell any eggs from her coppies to her best friends, yet one morning early she put on her steeple-crown hat and mantle, took her basket and stick, hobbled down to Pendre, and seated herself on a style entering the town-place. In a few minutes she saw Madam Noy come from the barn with a bowl of corn in her hands to feed her poultry of all sorts and sizes. "Good morrow to your honour," said Betty, as she went up curtseying and nodding to Madam, "Dear me, how well you are lookan, you"re gettan to look younger and younger I do declare, and what beautiful hens, ducks, and geese, you"ve got! The finest in the parish I do believe. Do "e know, Madam dear, that I"ve got an old cluckan hen that I should like to put to set, ef you would spare me a dozen eggs, the sort of your coppies I"d like best." "Arrea! Betty, I suppose you would," said Madam, "but I"ve no eggs to spare from my hens with cops nor the ones without, while I"ve so many of my own clucking hens about.
And dust thee think, than, that when I"ve refused to sell any of my new sort to my own sister Dame Pendar, or to my cousin Madam Trezillian, that I would spare them to the likes of you?" "I don"t care a cuss whether you do or no," Betty replied, "but if you won"t sell me some eggs you shall wish your cake dough." "Now go thee way"st home thou deceitful old b.i.t.c.h," said the lady in a rage, "and what business hast thee here pryan about the place and covetan all thee cust spy with thy evil eye, I"d like to know. Begone, or I"ll set the dogs at thee, and throw fire over thee, dosn"t think that I"m afraid of thy witchcraft."
"I am on the church-road through the town-place," said Betty, "and here I will stop as long as I like in spite of you and your lawyers too."
Madam Noy and Betty continued their threats and abuse until the lady became so enraged, at the old woman"s persistence to stay in her town-place, that she s.n.a.t.c.hed up a stone, threw it at Betty, and hit her right on her noddle, with a blow that made her jaws rattle. Betty limped to the stile mumbling to herself, "now may the devil help me and by all that"s evil here I will rest till I"ve curst thee to my heart"s content." Standing on the stile she pointed her finger at Madam Noy and made the lady "shake in her shoes;" whilst she nodded her head, waved her out-stretched hand, and ill-wished her by saying,--
"Mary Noy, thou ugly, old, and spiteful plague, I give thee the collick, the palsy, and ague.
All the eggs thy fowls lay, from this shall be addle, All thy hens have the pip and die with the straddle.
And before nine moons have come and gone, Of all thy coppies there shan"t live one: Thy arm and thy hand, that cast the stone, Shall wither and waste to skin and bone."
Madam Noy was never well from that day, her fowls" eggs were always bad, and all Betty"s spells took effect. Before six months were past she lost her coppies every one; for, in place of gay tufts of feathers, the chickens" brains came out on all those hatched from her coppies" eggs.
A noted old droll-teller and clock-cleaner of Sancreed, called Billy Foss, used to recite this, and many other stories, in a sort of doggrel, in which he mostly half said and half sung his drolls. We remember but little more of Billy"s verse, in this story, than the few lines given above; these are enough, however, for a sample of the kind of composition that was much in vogue with our old droll-tellers.
"Tis said that Betty owed her proficiency in the black art to her frequent conferences with Old Nick, (or her familiar, whatever his name might have been,) who almost nightly took the form of An" Mally Perase"s black bull, and, under that shape, met the witch on the northern side of Burian churchyard. Much more is related of Betty"s transactions, but nothing new in the annals of witchcraft; and enough has been stated to serve as an example of the faith and practices in such matters long ago; indeed, we may say that such beliefs and doings are anything but extinct; something turns up, every now and then, to show that, notwithstanding all the teaching and preaching, faith in witchcraft, and other dreary superst.i.tions, are nearly as rife as ever.
We give the following instance as just related.
A MODERN SANCREED WITCH.
Only t"other day a farmer of Sancreed had three or four dairy-cows to let, and a woman who lived near by offered to take them, but as he didn"t altogether like this woman he wouldn"t close the bargain with her, and another neighbour soon agreed for the dairy. When the woman heard who had been preferred, she told everybody she met with that Jemmy--the man who took the cows--should rue the day that he ventured to cross her path. "For if I didn"t know the right hour and minute," said she, "I would ill wish him every minute of the day till the spell was cast." A week or so after the first cow was in milking, Jemmy and his wife came to the farmer"s house one night and said, "we believe that our cow must be ill-wished, for her milk is all bucked and gone to cruds (curds), with only a mere skin of cream on the pans; if you don"t believe it come and see for yourself." The farmer and some of his family went home with the dairy-man, and found the milk like it often is in summer when the buck (spittle-fly) is on the gra.s.s, that, so it is believed, makes milk curdle then without becoming sour. The farmer and his wife couldn"t tell what to think of milk being in that state early in spring; he took home the cow, however, and let the dairy-man have another, and when she was milked by Jemmy her milk "runned" too, like that of the former one, which was then all right in the master"s dairy.
And so it continued with all the other cows Jemmy had; it was only for a day now and then, that any cream rose; other things went wrong with him and his family, and the farmer was at last obliged to take back his cows because there was no chance of his dairy-man making the rent. Meanwhile the woman who coveted them bragged how she had served Jemmy out for interfering.
"The very night I heard that he had took the cows," said she, "I went on my knees under a white-thorn tree by the crossroads, and there, for best part of that night, I called on the powers till they helped me to cast the spells that gave old Jemmy and his family plenty of junket and sour milk for a time." In fact she was proud to make her neighbours believe her to be a witch.
We suppose the reason why this would-be witch chose the cross-road thorn as a suitable place for her h.e.l.lish work, was because many such trees are said to have sprung from stakes driven into suicides" graves; also on account of those sites being often visited by Old Nick and his headless dogs when they take their nightly rounds to see if any spirits have wandered from their a.s.signed resting-places.
We may remark that, although the Black-huntsman"s hounds are said to have neither heads nor tails, yet according to our popular mythology, they are believed to have the former appendages, with the same lineaments they bore when they dwelt on earth in human forms, but they make their heads invisible, to ordinary mortals, that they may not be known.
The same applies to apparently headless coach-drivers, horses, &c., that were frequently seen in old times.
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A QUEEN"S VISIT TO BARANHUAL.
At all feasts where ale was strongest, Sat this gracious Queen the longest, First to come and last to go.
LONGFELLOW, _slightly altered_.
There is a tradition,--that has taken the form of a droll, as it is related by old people of Buryan,--which sayeth that when the Pendars lived in grand style, in Baranhual, a Queen and her retinue landed from a Man-of-war, at Moushal, for the sake of seeing the Logan Rock and Land"s End. News of the intended trip soon spread, and reached Buryan ere sufficient horses could be procured to furnish out the cavalcade. On the morning of the royal progress, work was at a stand still, and nearly all who could "lift a leg" started off from house and field towards Burian Church-town, as it was rumoured that Her Majesty intended to inspect Buryan Church on her way. So, in the morning early, Buryan bells were set a ringing; and Church-town folks arrayed themselves in their best to receive the Queen with due honours.
Every soul left Baranhual except old Dame Pendar, who was rather infirm. "My lady, the Queen," said she, "is but a woman, and make the most of her, even if she do wear a crown on her head every day of her life, with velvet robes all broider"d in gold, silk stockings, and diamond-buckles on her satin shoes, with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, yet she"s much like myself under all her fine clothes; and it esn"t worth while to leave the house alone, and all that"s in it, and go so far to see her at my time of life; besides there"s the milk to scald and many jobs to be done at all hours. No, verily," said she to her son and his wife, "you may be off to Church-town with the scabble-angow (rag, tag, and bob-tail), but, indeed, I"ll stay home and guard the house, and all that"s in it. That shall never be left alone whilst I draw breath."
At that time the Pendars kept a capstan in repair, and gave other aids to the fishery at Penberth,--which is partly in Baranhual ground,--and received for it a certain portion of fish from the owners of each boat kept in the cove.
An hour or so after all the household, but old mistress, had started off to behold a queen, An" Joan Taskes came up from Penberth with a cowal full of fish, as the Squire"s dues from all the boats which landed that morning. Madam told An" Joan to take the fish to the river, and that she would be down in a minute to help clean them. Before Joan had taken all out of her cowal, and laid them on the stepping-stones, that stood in the water where Baranhual bridge now crosses it, old mistress arrived, knife in hand, ready to help clean and split her fish. They had nearly finished their job,--the old lady standing on a stepping-stone, with her skirts tucked up to her knees, taking the fish from An" Joan, who waded in the stream to give them a last rinsing,--when the old fishwife, on hearing a clatter of horses" hoofs coming down hill, looked up, turned round, and bawled out, "Can I believe my eyes; look "e mistress, dear; ef I live, there"s hundreds of kings and queens ridan down the hill. I can see more than a score, and there"s more a coman round the turnan; pull down your petticoats, do! Oh, I wish to gracious I had a clean towser on, and my best hat."
Before old Joan had ceased exclaiming, and fixing herself as tidy as she could--though Madam Pendar, intent on the fish, didn"t notice her commotion--a score or so of ladies and gentlemen on horseback, were within a stone"s-cast. They drew reins, and a horseman started forward, rode down into the water, accosted the old lady, enquired if Squire Pendar lived in the house on the hill, and informed the wondering women that Her Majesty, on her route to the Logan Rock, well remembering that the Pendars had always been staunch friends to the royal cause, had preferred coming that way to give him a visit, instead of seeing Buryan Church, which Her Majesty and her attendants might have a glance at on their return from the Land"s End. Madam replied that she was very glad to see "my lady, the Queen;" and was sorry that her son and his wife, with all their servants, were gone to pay their respects to Her Majesty in Church-town, as everybody said that was the intended route, and n.o.body home but herself to receive them.
"My royal mistress approaches to speak for herself," said he.
Madam was still standing on a stone, knife in hand, her coats tucked up, and kirtle drawn through her ap.r.o.n-string, when the Queen, understanding that her gentleman was speaking to no less a person than Madam Pendar, rode into the water, shook hands with her, and said, "If all are gone to see the Queen and left "e alone, the Queen is come to see you; and I, and my attendants, would be glad to rest a while to have something to eat, and to mend the rents in our clothes that are torn to "skethans" with thorns and brambles that overhang the narrow lanes."
"The Lord love "e, my dear lady, the Queen," exclaimed she, making a low curtsey, and quite overcome with honour. "Do "e put your hand, now--as mine, on that side, is fishy and wet--into my left pocket, take out the key of the fore-door, and my huzzey (housewife) you will find in it needles and thread of all colours, ride up to the house, let yourselves in, and I"ll follow with the fish, and do the best we can to entertain "e." "We should like nothing so much as some of that nice fish, draining on the stones," said the Queen, in trying to get a key, large enow for a church-door, out of Madam"s pocket. "Bless your life, and you shall have them," replied the old lady. "I am so flambustered (confounded) with the honour you have done me, that I hardly know which end I stand upon. But you will want my scissors, pieces of stuff, and other things in my pockets, for mending," continued she, in untying the string from around her waist, that kept up her pockets; "take them all as they are; you will find most everything in them."
The precious pockets, like knapsacks, were handed to a gentleman who slung them across his saddle-bow, and the Queen rode on well pleased with Dame Pendar.
Joan stood gaping and staring, nodding and smiling, without speaking a word, though many spoke to her; but their backs were no sooner turned than she said, "Why, mistress, dear, can you make out their lingo? Can that lady, who spoke to "e, be a Queen? Why, where"s her crown? It wasn"t upon her head, I"m sure." "Cease thy clack, be quick and gather up the fish," Madam replied; "she put her crown in her pocket, I suppose, that the thorns might"nt sweep it off her head and under the horses" feet; thee west see her wearing of it when she"s seated in the great parlour, by and bye, eating bread and honey: I"m glad, though, thee hast brought up a lot of nice mullett, ba.s.s, whiting-pullocks, and other fish for pies and frying, besides good large cod and ling for boiling."
When Dame Pendar and Joan got up to the house, they found the Queen and her ladies in the parlour busy sewing up rents in their garments; and the gentlemen--having stabled their horses--had made a blazing fire on the hearth. A large bra.s.s brewing-pan was placed on a brandes (trivet); pounds of b.u.t.ter and lard cast into it, and the nicest frying-fish cooked therein.
Mullet-and-parsley pies were put to bake on the hearth; large fishes boiled, and conger stewed, with fennel, in as many crocks and kettles as it would contain, with other things. Ladies and gentlemen--Queen and all--helped: some got the best pewter platters, plates, and flagons--only used on grand occasions--out of a chest, those on dressers and shelves, for ordinary use, wern"t half enough; others peeled garlic and hollick, chopped fennel, tarragon, and other herbs to flavour sauces. Several tried to grind mustard, but none could give the right motion to their knees to make the bullet spin round in the bowl, and old mistress was obliged to grind it all, or have it spoiled. They dished up fried and boiled fish, swimming in b.u.t.ter; bowls of cream were poured into the pies; lucky, too, Madam had a batch of barley bread just baked, hot and hot.
Two gentlemen placed a high-backed carved oak chair, with several pillows thereon, at the head of the hall table, and Her Majesty was seated in as much state as she desired. They ate, one and all, with such an appet.i.te, as if they hadn"t tasted "meat" for a week, so old Joan Taskes said. The Queen imbibed old ale from a silver goblet; her ladies from pewter tankards and flagons; her gentlemen drank beer and cider from black-jacks and brown-georges (leather drinking vessels), which were often replenished.
Wasn"t Dame Pendar delighted to see it all, as she bustled about to help Her Majesty to all sorts of sauces, of her own compounding. Indeed it was, as she said, "the proudest day of her life." She was, above all, elated when her royal guest smacked her lips after a sip of brandy, and swore, "by c.o.c.k and pie," that "true as she was a sinner, never before, in all her born days, had she so much enjoyed a repast."
When the Queen and her ladies returned to the parlour, Dame Pendar placed before them white bread, cream and honey, brandy, sweet-drink (metheglin), and other cordials, of which they all partook with great pleasure. Having mended their garments, the ladies thought it full time to proceed on their journey, if they were to see the Logan Rock and Land"s End that day.