About 10 P.M. (still broad daylight with us) we drew up with the conjurer, smoked and chatted some time. After this he took his drum, much resembling a tambourine, and with a stick gently struck it all the time he made a speech. I was almost touching him (all seated) but from the noise of the drum and his low voice, for the man has a dreadful complaint on his lungs, I could only gather, "Take pity upon me; take pity upon me. Hear and come. Let me not speak in vain, nor become abashed. Show me charity. ..." It was a moderate and decent prayer. After this _they_, for there were several men, {57} began to sing using the drum and rattler. They sang, among others, the Moose, Horse, Bear, and Dog songs, about a dozen in number. [Then] he prepared by taking off his clothes, all to his cloute, and asked who should tie him. I replied that I would, but was afraid of hurting him. Another conjurer did, beginning with his fingers between the 2 joints nearest the hand, nearly as I can describe it, thus giving a double turn to the line between each finger. And the line was new mackerel, small, which I happened to have in my pocket by accident. I drew up to _inspect_. And observing the fingers to swell upon his complaining of the tightness, I felt a good deal for him. After this his blanket was wrapped round him and tied in such a manner, lengthways, crossways and every way. And a good knot _I_ tied at each meeting of the cords, for I assisted in _this_, that I could have laid any wager that it was beyond the power of spirits themselves, thus tied, to [extricate] themselves. And his hands were _under_ his hams. As he could no more move than fly, _of himself_, the other conjurer and I put him to the door. But behold it was with difficulty! We could just get his head in, the entry being too narrow by about ten or twelve inches screwing and jaming considered. "It will do, it will do." said the conjurer, "Cover me now." His back was covered with a blanket, and we all retreated to our seats, myself about four feet distant. The others took the drum and began to sing. I could not help but laughing in myself and pitying the boldness of their vanity. But I had soon occasion to think otherwise, and had I not predetermined that reason should conduct me throughout the whole of this, I cannot say how far in the _other_ extreme _I_ might have gone. But to return: The conjurer desired the others to sing. They began a short song, I believe it was that of the _Stone_, and the man entered in an instant! I was struck dumb with astonishment, for he appeared to me to _slide_ in by something that was neither invisible nor descernible. I heard something that, for the life of me, I cannot account for, and that's all.