nt Valley on the Merrimac, a little above the old Ferry way, where, tradition says, an attempt was made to assassinate Sir Edmund Andros on his way to Falmouth (afterward Portland) and Pemaquid, which was frustrated by a warning timely given.
Goody Martin was the only woman hanged on the north side of the Merrimac during the dreadful delusion.
The aged wife of Judge Bradbury who lived on the other side of the Powow River was imprisoned and would have been put to death but for the collapse of t all the wicked murmurs down. ‘Good neighbors mine,’ he sternly said, “This passes harmless mirth or jest; I brook no insult to my guest. She is indeed her mother's child; But God's sweet pity ministers Unto no whiter soul than hers. Let Goody Martin rest in peace; I never knew her harm a fly, And witch or not, God knows—not I I know who swore her life away; And as God lives, I'd not condemn An Indian dog on word of them. “ The broadest lands in all the town, The skill to guide, the p