‘The Discoverer never travelled far for it, but in _March 1644_, he had some seven or eight of that horrible sect of Witches living in the Towne where he lived, a Towne in _Essex_ called _Maningtree_, with divers other adjacent Witches of other towns, who every six weeks, in the night (being alwayes on the Friday night) had their meeting close by his house, and had their severall solemne sacrifices there offered to the _Devill_, one of which this discoverer heard speaking to her _Imps_ one night, and bid them goe to another Witch, who was thereupon apprehended, and searched by women, who for many yeares had knowne the Devill’s marks, and found to have three teats about her, which honest women have not; so upon command from the _Justice_, they were to keep her from sleep, two or three nights, expecting in that time to see her familiars, which the fourth night she called in by their severall names, and told them what shapes, a quarter of an houre before they came in, there being ten of us in the roome; the first she called was: [Illustration] ‘1. _Holt_, who came like a white kitling. ‘2. _Jarmara_, who came in like a fat Spaniel, without any legs at all; she said she kept him fat, for she clapt her hand on her belly, and said he suckt good blood from her body. ‘3. _Vinegar Tom_, who was like a long-legg’d Greyhound, with an head like an Oxe, with a long taile and broad eyes, who, when the discoverer spoke to, and bade him goe to the place provided for him and his Angels, immediately transformed himselfe into the shape of a child of foure yeeres old, without a head, and gave halfe a dozen turnes about the house, and vanished at the doore. ‘4. _Sack and Sugar_, like a black Rabbet. ‘5. _Newes_, like a Polcat. All these vanished away in a little time. Immediately after, this Witch confessed several other Witches, from whom she had her _Imps_, and named to divers women where their markes were, the number of their _Marks_, and _Imps_, and _Imps’_ names, as _Elemanzer_, _Pyewacket_, _Peck in the Crown_, _Grizzel Greedigut_, &c., which no mortall could invent.’ Witches, however, were not the sole proprietors of familiar spirits, for the Roundheads declared that Prince Rupert had one, in the shape of a large white poodle dog, a present from Lord Arundel, whose name was Boy. Boy accompanied his master in many an engagement, but seemed to bear a charmed life, even having the credit given him of catching bullets and bringing them to his master. This evidently must be a dog of no common breed, and it was not thought so, as we read in one of the Commonwealth tracts, which was a reputed dialogue between Tobie’s and Prince Rupert’s dogs: ‘TOBIE’S DOG. ... I heare you are Prince _Rupert’s_ White Boy. P. RUP. DOG. I am none of his White Boy, my name is _Puddle_.