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up, crawled backwards, like a crab with great speed, till he got over the threshold, mumbling exorcisms all the way. At length an old woman entered the barn followed by the two fugitives, and advanced to where I lay, saying, If it be the devil, I fearen not; and as for a dead man, he can do us no harm. When she saw my condition she cried, Here be no devil, but in youren fool's head. Here be a poor miserable wretch bleeding to death; and if he dies, we must be at the charge of burying him, therefore go vetch the old wheelbarrow and poten in and carry him to Goodman Hodge's back-door, he is more able than we to lay out money upon poor argnnts. Her advice was taken and I was rolled to the other farmer's door, where I was tumbled out like a heap of dung, when my groans disturbed the family, some of whom came out to view my situation. But Hodge, resembling the Jew more than the good Samaritan ordered me to be carried to the house of the parson. When I was set down at the vicar's gate he fell into a great passion and threatened to excommunicate him who sent as well as those who brought me, unless they moved me to another place. Thus I was bandied
