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Feathertop: A Moralized Legend
"Well;Ididn’tmeantodabbleinwitchcraftto-day,furtherthanthelightingofmypipe,butawitchIam,andawitchI’mlikelytobe,andthere’snousetryingtoshirkit.I’llmakeamanofmyscarecrow,wereitonlyforthejoke’ssake!"
Whilemutteringthesewords,MotherRigbytookthepipefromherownmouthandthrustitintothecrevicewhichrepresentedthesamefeatureinthepumpkinvisageofthescarecrow.
"Puff,darling,puff!"saidshe."Puffaway,myfinefellow!yourlifedependsonit!"
Thiswasastrangeexhortation,undoubtedly,tobeaddressedtoamerethingofsticks,straw,andoldclothes,withnothingbetterthanashrivelledpumpkinforahead,—asweknowtohavebeenthescarecrow’scase.Nevertheless,aswemustcarefullyholdinremembrance,MotherRigbywasawitchofsingularpoweranddexterity;and,keepingthisfactdulybeforeourminds,weshallseenothingbeyondcredibilityintheremarkableincidentsofourstory.Indeed,thegreatdifficultywillbeatoncegotover,ifwecanonlybringourselvestobelievethat,assoonastheolddamebadehimpuff,therecameawhiffofsmokefromthescarecrow’smouth.Itwastheveryfeeblestofwhiffs,tobesure;butitwasfollowedbyanotherandanother,eachmoredecidedthantheprecedingone.
"Puffaway,mypet!puffaway,myprettyone!"MotherRigbykeptrepeating,withherpleasantestsmile."Itisthebreathoflifetoye;andthatyoumaytakemywordfor."
Beyondallquestionthepipewasbewitched.