with the daughter, till one day matters had got to a parlous state, and there was a regular pitched battle; in fact, it was a life or death struggle between them. To use the words of the old man who remembered the scene and told me of it, 'eftther they 'd fowten (fought) t' main o t' 'day, t' dowtther preeaved t' maastther, an' sha killed t' witch.' The news spread like wildfire, and amid the greatest excitement the whole toon soon assembled round the door of the house where this desperate encounter had taken place. Just at first there were, no doubt, some feelings of horror at the shocking scene that lay before them ; but 'eftther things had gotten sattled,' as my old friend expressed it, the people could do nothing but rejoice that so dangerous and hated a character had been ' putten oot o' t' rooad.' If the witch was sometimes a pest to a neighbourhood generally, she must have been so especially to the farmer; for not only did she ride his horses, but played sad havoc in the dairy, and worked all manner of evil against his cattle both great and small. In those imaginative days it must have cost the farmer as much trouble, one would think, to keep the witches away from his herds as the crows from his corn. It was not so many years ago that I was told of rather an exciting encounter which took place at a farm