all to nought; whereupon I, the said deponent, took her husband’s part, telling her it was an unbeseeming thing for her to come after him to the tavern, and rail after that rate.  With that she came up to me, and called me rogue, and bid me mind my own business, and told me I had better have said nothing.”  He goes on to state, that, returning home one night some time afterwards, he experienced an awful fright.  “Going from the house of Mr. Daniel King, when I came over against John Robinson’s house, I heard a great noise; ... and there appeared a black hog running towards me with open mouth, as though he would have devoured me at that instant time.”  In the extremity of his terror, he tried to run away from the awful monster; but, as might have been expected under the circumstances, he tumbled to the ground.  “I fell down upon my hip, and my knife run into my hip up to the haft.  When I came home, my knife was in my sheath.  When I drew it out of the sheath, then immediately the sheath fell all to pieces.”  And further this deponent testifieth, that, after he got up from his fall, his stocking and shoe was full of blood, and that he was forced to crawl along by the fence all the way home; and the hog followed him, and never left him till he came home.  He further stated that he was accompanied all the way by his “stout dog,” which ordinarily was much inclined to attack and “worry hogs,” but, on this occasion, “ran away from him, leaping over the fence and crying much.”  In view of all these things, Westgate concludes his testimony thus:  “Which hog I then apprehended was either the Devil or some evil thing, not a real hog; and did then really judge, or determine in my mind, that it was either Goody Parker or by her means and procuring, fearing that she is a witch.”  The facts were probably these:  The sheath was broken by his fall, his skin bruised, and some blood got into his stocking and shoe.  The knife was never out of the sheath until he drew it; there was no mystery or witchcraft in it.  Nothing was ever more natural than the conduct of the dog.  When he saw Westgate frightened out of his wits at nothing, trying to run as for dear life when there was no pursuer, staggering and pitching along in a zigzag direction with very eccentric motions, falling heels over head, and then crawling along, holding himself up by the fence, and all the time looking back with terror, and perhaps attempting to express his consternation, the dog could not tell what to make of it; and ran off, as a dog would be likely to have done, jumping over the fences, barking, and uttering the usual canine ejaculations.  Dogs sympathize with their masters, and, if there is a frolic or other acting going on, are fond of joining in it.  The whole thing was in consequence of Westgate’s not having profited by Alice Parker’s rebuke, and discontinued his visits by night to Beadle’s bar-room.  The only reason why he saw the “black hog with the open mouth,” and the dog did not see it, and therefore failed to come to his protection, was because he had been drinking and the dog had not.