An old legend about the Gloucester witch Peg Wesson is often mentioned, but never was it told in such detail as in this story, written by Sarah G. Daley and published in the Boston Evening Transcript, October 14, 1892. It was carried in papers throughout the country.
It was March, 1745, and the company raised in Gloucester to join the expedition against Louisburg was to leave the town with the rising of the morrow’s sun. In the spring twilight, three young men made their way, with noisy jest and song toward a wretched cottage that stood in the outskirts of the town.They rapped loudly for admittance, and the door was opened by a withered old crone. A candle, burning on a small table, dimly revealed the blackened walls of the interior, the bunches of herbs hanging from the ceiling, a scant supply of battered pewter plates and coarse earthenware on some shelves in a corner…
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