we gave some cider:  he showed several scars, that seemed as if they had been long there, and showed them as done by witchcraft, and acquainted us that his wife, who also was a slave, was imprisoned for witchcraft.  And now, instead of one accuser, they all came in, and began to tumble down like swine; and then three women were called in to attend them.  We in the room were all at a stand to see who they would cry out of; but in a short time they cried out ‘Cary;’ and, immediately after, a warrant was sent from the justices to bring my wife before them, who were sitting in a chamber near by, waiting for this.  Being brought before the justices, her chief accusers were two girls.  My wife declared to the justices, that she never had any knowledge of them before that day.  She was forced to stand with her arms stretched out.  I requested that I might hold one of her hands, but it was denied me:  then she desired me to wipe the tears from her eyes, and the sweat from her face, which I did; then she desired she might lean herself on me, saying she should faint.  Justice Hathorne replied she had strength enough to torment these persons, and she should have strength enough to stand.  I speaking something against their cruel proceedings, they commanded me to be silent, or else I should be turned out of the room.  The Indian before mentioned was also brought in, to be one of her accusers; being come in, he now (when before the justices) fell down, and tumbled about like a hog, but said nothing.  The justices asked the girls who afflicted the Indian:  they answered she (meaning my wife), and that she now lay upon him.  The justices ordered her to touch him, in order to his cure, but her head must be turned another way, lest, instead of curing, she should make him worse by her looking on him, her hand being guided to take hold of his; but the Indian took hold of her hand, and pulled her down on the floor in a barbarous manner:  then his hand was taken off, and her hand put on his, and the cure was quickly wrought.  I being extremely troubled at their inhuman dealings, uttered a hasty speech, ’That God would take vengeance on them, and desired that God would deliver us out of the hands of unmerciful men.’  Then her mittimus was writ.  I did with difficulty and charge obtain the liberty of a room, but no beds in it; if there had been, could have taken but little rest that night.  She was committed to Boston prison; but I obtained a habeas corpus to remove her to Cambridge prison, which is in our county of Middlesex.  Having been there one night, next morning the jailer put irons on her legs (having received such a command); the weight of them was about eight pounds:  these irons and her other afflictions soon brought her into convulsion fits, so that I thought she would have died that night.  I sent to entreat that the irons might be taken off; but all entreaties were in vain, if it would have saved her life, so that in this condition she must continue.  The trials at Salem coming