JOHN GILES.
And the week before there were more bats flying than I have ever seen
in Salem.

GOODWIFE BROWN.
And Goodwife Eaton says that all night long in the woods behind her
house there is something crying--she cannot tell whether it be an owl
or a child.

REPENTANCE FOLGER.
Last eve, when the wind was blowing, something flapped past me like a
witch's cloak.

BRADFORD.
What have you to say to these things, Goody Gurton?

GOODY GURTON
(quite simply).
Why, naught, sir, naught. I noted myself that last week the moon rose
red, and that last night the wind blew shrewdly.

BRADFORD.
How comes it that you were leaving the streets of Salem, and walking
here in the forest? 'Twas here in the forest we found you.

GOODY GURTON.
I came to hunt for some simples...for spearmint and checkerberry and
tansy.