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IN THE PILLORY
ANOTHER wicked person who had come to Boston was
Henry Linn, who was no sooner living among us than
he wrote letters to England by every vessel, full of
slander against the churches, and of those who took
part in the government.
He was forced to stand in the pillory from sunrise to
sunset, and was then sent back to England with the
warning that if he ever returned, worse punishment
It has come to my mind that possibly some who read
these words may not have seen a pillory, for I am told
that there are places in this world where the people so
fear God and love their neighbors that there is no need
they be punished, therefore will I set down as best I may,
a description of that instrument of shame that stands
near to where lives Master Wilson.
First a platform of logs is made of such height that
he who stands upon it can be seen of all the people,
and from the center of this rises a stout log do the height
 of four feet or more. On the top of the upright
timber, and fastened immovable, is a puncheon plank
on the upper edge of which are cut three grooves, the
middle one large enough to contain a man's neck and
the other two his wrists. Now a second plank is
fashioned to fit down over the first one, with other
grooves in it to match.
Whosoever must be punished is forced to stand upon
this platform with his head and arms fastened securely
in the holes of the planks, exposed to the view of all
the people during so long a time as the sentence demands.
In addition to being a most shameful punishment, it
must be exceeding painful, for one may not stand
very long in the same position without becoming
cramped, and he who is in the pillory cannot move
hands or head.