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The
old
witch
took
three
or
four
more
whiffs
of
her
pipe
and
smiled
.
"
He
’
ll
meet
plenty
of
his
brethren
at
every
street
corner
!
"
continued
she
.
"
Well
;
I
didn
’
t
mean
to
dabble
in
witchcraft
to
-
day
,
further
than
the
lighting
of
my
pipe
,
but
a
witch
I
am
,
and
a
witch
I
’
m
likely
to
be
,
and
there
’
s
no
use
trying
to
shirk
it
.
I
’
ll
make
a
man
of
my
scarecrow
,
were
it
only
for
the
joke
’
s
sake
!
"
While
muttering
these
words
,
Mother
Rigby
took
the
pipe
from
her
own
mouth
and
thrust
it
into
the
crevice
which
represented
the
same
feature
in
the
pumpkin
visage
of
the
scarecrow
.
"
Puff
,
darling
,
puff
!
"
said
she
.
"
Puff
away
,
my
fine
fellow
!
your
life
depends
on
it
!
"
This
was
a
strange
exhortation
,
undoubtedly
,
to
be
addressed
to
a
mere
thing
of
sticks
,
straw
,
and
old
clothes
,
with
nothing
better
than
a
shrivelled
pumpkin
for
a
head
,
—
as
we
know
to
have
been
the
scarecrow
’
s
case
.
Nevertheless
,
as
we
must
carefully
hold
in
remembrance
,
Mother
Rigby
was
a
witch
of
singular
power
and
dexterity
;
and
,
keeping
this
fact
duly
before
our
minds
,
we
shall
see
nothing
beyond
credibility
in
the
remarkable
incidents
of
our
story
.
Indeed
,
the
great
difficulty
will
be
at
once
got
over
,
if
we
can
only
bring
ourselves
to
believe
that
,
as
soon
as
the
old
dame
bade
him
puff
,
there
came
a
whiff
of
smoke
from
the
scarecrow
’
s
mouth
.
It
was
the
very
feeblest
of
whiffs
,
to
be
sure
;
but
it
was
followed
by
another
and
another
,
each
more
decided
than
the
preceding
one
.
"
Puff
away
,
my
pet
!
puff
away
,
my
pretty
one
!
"
Mother
Rigby
kept
repeating
,
with
her
pleasantest
smile
.
"
It
is
the
breath
of
life
to
ye
;
and
that
you
may
take
my
word
for
.
"
Beyond
all
question
the
pipe
was
bewitched
.
There
must
have
been
a
spell
either
in
the
tobacco
or
in
the
fiercely
-
glowing
coal
that
so
mysteriously
burned
on
top
of
it
,
or
in
the
pungently
-
aromatic
smoke
which
exhaled
from
the
kindled
weed
.
The
figure
,
after
a
few
doubtful
attempts
at
length
blew
forth
a
volley
of
smoke
extending
all
the
way
from
the
obscure
corner
into
the
bar
of
sunshine
.
There
it
eddied
and
melted
away
among
the
motes
of
dust
.
It
seemed
a
convulsive
effort
;
for
the
two
or
three
next
whiffs
were
fainter
,
although
the
coal
still
glowed
and
threw
a
gleam
over
the
scarecrow
’
s
visage
.
The
old
witch
clapped
her
skinny
hands
together
,
and
smiled
encouragingly
upon
her
handiwork
.
She
saw
that
the
charm
worked
well
.
The
shrivelled
,
yellow
face
,
which
heretofore
had
been
no
face
at
all
,
had
already
a
thin
,
fantastic
haze
,
as
it
were
of
human
likeness
,
shifting
to
and
fro
across
it
;
sometimes
vanishing
entirely
,
but
growing
more
perceptible
than
ever
with
the
next
whiff
from
the
pipe
.
The
whole
figure
,
in
like
manner
,
assumed
a
show
of
life
,
such
as
we
impart
to
ill
-
defined
shapes
among
the
clouds
,
and
half
deceive
ourselves
with
the
pastime
of
our
own
fancy
.
If
we
must
needs
pry
closely
into
the
matter
,
it
may
be
doubted
whether
there
was
any
real
change
,
after
all
,
in
the
sordid
,
wornout
worthless
,
and
ill
-
jointed
substance
of
the
scarecrow
;
but
merely
a
spectral
illusion
,
and
a
cunning
effect
of
light
and
shade
so
colored
and
contrived
as
to
delude
the
eyes
of
most
men
.
The
miracles
of
witchcraft
seem
always
to
have
had
a
very
shallow
subtlety
;
and
,
at
least
,
if
the
above
explanation
do
not
hit
the
truth
of
the
process
,
I
can
suggest
no
better
.
