THE AMBER WITCH
PREFACE
INTRODUCTION.
CHAPTER VII. How the Imperialists robbed me of all
that was left, and likewise broke into the church and stole the Vasa
Sacra; also what more befell us.
CHAPTER VIII. How our need waxed sorer and sorer,
and how I sent old Ilse with another letter to Pudgla, and how heavy a
misfortune this brought upon me.
CHAPTER IX. How the old maid-servant humbled me by
her faith, and the Lord yet blessed me His unworthy servant.
CHAPTER X. How we journeyed to Wolgast, and made
good barter there.
CHAPTER XI. How I fed all the congregation—Item,
how I journeyed to the horse-fair at Guetzkow, and what befell me
there.
CHAPTER XII. What further joy and sorrow befell us;
item, how Wittich Appelmann rode to Damerow to the wolf-hunt, and what
he proposed to my daughter.
CHAPTER XIII. What more happened during the
winter—Item, how in the spring witchcraft began in the village.
CHAPTER XIV. How old Seden disappeared all on a
sudden—Item, how the great Gustavus Adolphus came to Pomeranla, and
took the fort at Peenemuende.
CHAPTER XV. Of the arrival of the high and mighty
King Gustavus Adolphus, and what befell thereat.
CHAPTER XVI. How little Mary Paasch was sorely
plagued of the devil, and the whole parish fell off from me.
CHAPTER XVII. How my poor child was taken up for a
witch, and carried to Pudgla.
CHAPTER XVIII. Of the first trial, and what came
thereof.
CHAPTER XIX. How Satan, by the permission of the
most righteous God, sought altogether to ruin us, and how we lost all
hope.
CHAPTER XX. Of the malice of the Governor and of
old Lizzie—item, of the examination of witnesses.
CHAPTER XXI. De confrontatione testium.
CHAPTER XXII. How the Syndicus Dom. Michelson
arrived, and prepared his defence of my poor child.
CHAPTER XXIII. How my poor child was sentenced to
be put to the question.
CHAPTER XXIV. How in my presence the devil fetched
old Lizzie Kolken.
CHAPTER XXV. How Satan sifted me like wheat,
whereas my daughter withstood him right bravely.
CHAPTER XXVI. How I received the Holy Sacrament
with my daughter and the old maid-servant, and how she was then led for
the last time before the court, with the drawn sword and the outcry, to
receive sentence.
CHAPTER XXVII. Of that which befell us by the
way—Item, of the fearful death of the sheriff at the mill.
CHAPTER XXVIII. How my daughter was at length
saved by the help of the all-merciful, yea, of the all-merciful God.
CHAPTER XXIX. Of our next great sorrow, and final
joy.
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