Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second SeriesBottrell, William
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Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series
Bottrell, William
Cornwall (England : County) -- Social life and customs; Legends -- England -- Cornwall (County)
"To puzzle them the more," said Betty, "I told the curious,
prying fools, that you were a Wise Woman come from the East—that
you ramble over cliffs and moors to gather herbs, whilst the
morning dew is on them, or when the moon is near the full—that
no one can beat you in making from them, ointments, salves,[48]
and still-waters—that you understand all sorts of complaints and
can cure anything, from the gripes to the palsy. And now all
the young wenches in the parish want to know if you can read
fortunes; they think you can because you look like a gipsey, so
they say. 'Why yes to be sure; nobody better,' I told them. Now
listen to me," Betty went on to say, when she had recovered her
breath, "I've made them believe that you can read the stars—that
you know all that will happen to any body by the lines of
their palms—that you can tell, by means of rushes, spring water,
and ivy leaves, and scores of ways besides, who are to be married,
as well as who are to die unblessed with a husband. And to
everything they asked about your knowledge of white witchcraft,
I assured them that you knew more about magic, conjuration,
and so forth, than the Witch of Endor that we have all heard of."
"My dear old friend," says Nelly, "how could 'e go on so. I
know no more about fortune-telling than you do—perhaps not so
much, as you're a noted hand for charming."
"No matter for that," answered An Betty, "You know everything
remarkable that ever happened in the families round up to
the last twenty years or so, and what you don't know I can tell
'e. When they find that you're acquainted with what's past they
are sure to believe that you can read them the future. Besides,
this game will serve to divert your thoughts from ever dwelling
on Billy Brea, or Captain Black, if you have a mind to call him
so."
"I don't much mind trying, but how shall I manage to know
who they are?"
"You keep in the hale," (best room) Betty replied, "and,
before they see you, I'll come in and tell 'e who they are;
then, when they enter to consult 'e, be sure, first of all, to give
a hint at some scandal that made a noise about their families, no
matter how long ago; everything bad is remembered for ages
after the good is forgotten. Then promise the young lasses any
number of sweethearts and a speedy marriage. You know what
you used to wish for in your teens."
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