Ye Little Salem Maide: A Story of Witchcraft

A GENUINE DATE-STAMPED 1912 EDITION IN BEYOND INCREDIBLE CONDITION
A RARE PRINTING THAT HAS BEEN EXCEPTIONALLY WELL-KEPT SINCE THE EARLY 1900S

"Hail, to thee, Holy herb, growing in the ground, on the Mount of Calvarie, First wert thou found. Thou art good for many a grief and healest many a wound; in the name of sweet jesu, I lift thee from the ground."

This is the story of a young girl accused of Witchcraft and all that follows... The Salem Witch trials of the 17th century were one of the most historical and "Horrific" moments in human history. This book is, without question, in the finest condition I have EVER owned nor seen offered. It looks like it's been in a time capsule for over a century. Just for an age reference, this book was printed even prior to the first world war of 1914. This is not only a beautiful book but also a historically important one.

The Salem witch trials occurred in colonial Massachusetts between early 1692 and mid-1693. More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft—dark magic—and 20 were executed.

Over two centuries ago, a little Puritan maiden might have been seen passing along the Indian path which led from Salem Town to her home. It was near the close of day. The solemn twilight of the great primeval forest was beginning to fall. But the little maid tripped lightly on, unawed, untroubled. From underneath her snowy linen cap, with its stiffly starched ear-flaps, hung the braid of her hair, several shades more golden than the hue of her gown. Over one arm, she carried her woolen stockings and buckled shoon. A man, seated near the path on the trunk of a fallen tree of such gigantic girth that his feet swung off the ground, although he was a person of no inconsiderable size, hailed her as she neared him. "Where do you wend your way in a such hasty fashion, little mistress?" She paused and bobbed him a very fine courtesy, such as she had been taught in the Dame School, judging him to be an important personage because of his sword with its jeweled hilt and his plumed hat. "I be sorely hungered, good sir," she replied, "and I ken that Goody Higgins has a bowl o' porridge piping hot for me in the chimney corner." Her dimpled face grew grave; her eyelids fell. "When one for a grievous sin," she added humbly, "has stood from early morn till set o' sun on a block o' wood beside the town-pump and has had naught to eat in all that time, one hungers much."

Pauline Bradford Mackie was born in Fairfield, Connecticut on July 5, 1873. Her father, Rev. Andrew Mackie, was an Episcopal clergyman. For two years after her graduation from the Toledo High School, she was engaged as a writer on the Toledo Blade. She soon abandoned this for a literary career, and most of her stories appeared in magazines and newspapers. Mademoiselle de Berny and Ye Lyttle Salem Maide were, after difficult experiences with publishers, printed in book form.