I saw at once by the stern look that came over the lady's face that she
was very angry; and I would gladly have recalled those few hasty words
had it been in my power to have done so. She immediately left the room,
but soon returned with Priest Dow. His countenance also indicated
anger, as he took hold of my arm and led me to a darkened room, in which
several candles were burning.
Here I saw three scenes, which I think must have been composed of
images, pictures, and curtains. I do not pretend to describe them
correctly, I can only tell how they appeared to me.
The first was an image of Christ on the cross, with his arms extended as
we usually see them in pictures. On his right hand was a representation
of heaven, and on the left, of hell. Heaven was made to appear like a
bright, beautiful, and glorious place. A wall of pink color surrounded
it, and in the center was a spring of clear water. In the midst of this
spring stood a tree, bearing on every limb a lighted candle, and on the
top, the image of Christ and a dove.
Hell was surrounded by a black wall, within which, there was also a
spring; but the water was very black, and beside it stood a large black
image, with horns on its head, a long tail, and a large cloven foot. The
place where it stood was in deep shadow, made to resemble, as neatly
as possible, clouds and darkness. The priest led me up to this fearful
object, and placed me on one side of it, while he stood on the other;
but it would turn away from him towards me, roll up its great eyes, open
its mouth and show its long white tusks. The priest said it turned from
him, because he was a good man, and I was very wicked. He said that it
was the devil, come up from the bottomless pit to devour me; and if I
said such wicked words again, it would carry me off. I was very much
frightened, for I then thought that all he said was true; that those
images, which I now know were strung on wires were really what they were
made to represent.
In fact, until I was fifteen years old, I really believed that the image
I then saw was an evil spirit. But since that time, I have been made
to know that the priests themselves are the only evil spirits about the
place.
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