another witch among the grumetas, who had the power of changing
himself into an alligator, and that he also had killed many people by
his witchcraft, and was consequently obliged to run from his country.
They therefore most earnestly entreated me to let them punish them,
country-fashion, and they promised not to kill either of them.
Astonished at the assurance that neither of them should be killed if
they were permitted to punish them, I told Johnson that if such a
thing should occur, I would immediately hang all those concerned in
it, and then endeavoured to reason them out of their foolish notions
respecting these two poor men. Johnson replied, that it was the custom
of the country for white men never to interfere in these cases, and
that at Bissao the governor never took notice of their thus punishing
one another according to their own country fashion, and that they
expected the same indulgence here; for that if these people were in
their own country, they would either be killed or sold, as witchcraft
was never forgiven and its professors never suffered to remain in
their own country when once found out. I had now all the grumetas
round me, among whom were the accused themselves, and endeavoured
again to convince them of the innocence of these people, by pointing
out the impossibility of their hurting others by any magic or spell,
or of transforming themselves into any other shape. When many of them
said this man had often avowed his turning himself into an alligator
to devour people: ‘How say you Corasmo, said I, did you ever say so to
any of these people?’ ‘Yes,’ was his reply. ‘What do you mean? do you
mean to say that you ever transformed yourself into any other shape
than that which you now bear?’ ‘Yes,’ was the answer. ‘Now, Corasmo,
you know that white man knows every thing; you cannot deceive me;
therefore avow to those people, that you never changed yourself into
an alligator, and that these are all lies.’ ‘No,’ was his reply,—who
can believe it? ‘I _can_ change myself into an alligator, and _have
often_ done it.’ This was such an incorrigible witch that I
immediately gave him up to the grumetas to punish him, but desired
them to be merciful.—It is scarcely credible that a man can so work
upon his own weak imagination as to believe, which I doubt not this
man did, its own fanciful creations to be realities.—After the
grumetas had left me last night I regretted having delivered up to
them the two poor miserable wretches accused of witchcraft. From ten
till twelve at night their cries were most piteous and loud, and
though distant a full half mile, were distinctly heard. This morning
they cannot move.”
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