For each page that the Scribner wrote, William was given a sip of water and a bite of bread. He contributed large sums to the church and to support of the minister who had reported him. “I „twas laid low and not well til I be six an’ ten…beleeved it be Lord that punished me…tried hardly to stop…prade and prade.”
The sixth page was all about what a wonderful man his father had been especially after his mother had died. Everything else was left to his “Goodwife.”
Three more days passed and William Potter was put on trial. He contributed large sums to the church and to support of the minister who had reported him. A public trial was held in which all of the people including children were expected to attend. In one day he killed nearly all of his stock because they tempted him. “’Twas the devil’s demon what planteth sich thawt in me.” He went on to tell about every detail including the feelings he had on that first day.
