"And what shall I say to them? That my daughter ad my neice I discovered dancing like heathen in the forest" (Miller 1262).
"It is a marvel. It surely a stroke of hell upon you" (Miller 1264).
"And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. I saw Indians smash my dear parents heads on the pillow next to mine, and I have seen some reddish work done" (Miller 1268).