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          Sitting by the fire, the rain and wind was always blowing. Thinking to herself. There was no one Mary could talk to. The days in Salem where way too scary to even look at anyone. Mary knew she must get out of this witch hunt. Innocent people where dying. She could be the next one sitting in jail. Mary picked up another piece of firewood and placed it on the fire. She was tired of being cold. Mumbling to herself. Looking into the fire as it roared. There was nothing here anymore. Everyone was gone. Mom and Dad had died. Only her sister Lisa and her husband Anthony had been smart enough to leave Salem.

          Mary jumped up and shouted. I am leaving this place. I am surely not going to be hung like the others. She made her plans in her head. First she would travel to Boston, and then see about a trip to London. Then, she thought, when she got to London She would get a ship to the islands where Lisa and Anthony were. "And I will never be cold again."

          Mary poked at the fire, and then went to bed. She was so excited to be getting out of this hell hole, she tossed and turned all night. She was sure she could do it. She dreamt of not having to watch everything she said or did. She could take the chance; she had nothing to lose. Life awaited. Mary ate some breakfast and headed out to the barn. Hitching the wagon, she was finally on her way. She made sure not to say much to anyone. If anyone looked to carefully they would think she was running from something. Her own guilt, the elders would say. She would be caught and tried also. So Mary just kept her head down, and luckily she didn't see anyone on this cold rainy day.

          She hoped it was early enough not to see anyone, but she was not in luck. A man was following her. Instant fear filled Mary. Suddenly she could not breathe very well. She did not recognize the man. As he rode by, he just nodded to her, silently, and continued on down the road. Mary held her breath. Maybe this man was on the road a lot checking and making notes of who came and went from the village.

          Mary and her sister Lisa had been born there. Salem used to be such a great place to live, but not anymore. Lisa and Anthony left before any of this everything changed. Mary knew that she was still in danger. If the man riding before her was a watchman for the town, she could be arrested when she got home.

          Mary knew she would have to buy something in Boston, something that would not arouse suspicion. She could make her inquries, but use the purchase in Boston as an excuse for the trip. But what would it be? Yes that's it she thought to herself. No one would question that. Boston had the finest collection of book shops, many more than Salem. She would pretend that she had gone to shop for a new book. She still had to be careful, though. Many in her town believed that only the Bible was appropriate reading, and that all other literature led to sin. Her book choice had to seem pious and obedient.