Ye Lyttle Salem Maide - A Story of Witchcraft
by Pauline Bradford Mackie
Ye Lyttle Salem Maide Chapter I AM eeting in the Forest OVER two centuries ago a little Puri tan maiden might have been seen passing along the Indian path which led from outS alem Town to her home. It was near the close of day. The solemn twilight of the great primeval forest was beginning to fall. But the little maid tripped lightly on, unawed, untroubled. From underneath her snowy linen cap, with its stiffly starched ear-flaps, hung the braid of her hair, several shades more golden than the hue of her gown. Over one arm she carried her woollen stockings and buckled shoon.
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