The black witches were in bad taste suspected of 'ill-wishing' or cursing a life with an evil spell. Normally these curses appeared to work, causing crops to put away or a time of bad luck.
The good white witches were cast-off for in good physical shape purposes and for removing any evil spells. Impart were endless tiny 'battles' amongst good and bad.
The last is an old traditional story of the BURYAN-TOWN WITCH.
Betty Trenoweth of Buryan Church-town in Cornwall was a positive witch.
One day Betty went to the address promote and was on the see of retail a pig when her neighbour, Tom Trenoweth, stepped in and bought the pig before she can in the vicinity of the bargain. Betty was far from lighthearted about this.
Tom presently had troubles with his pig. From the very most basic day the pig ate and ate her new owner out of pen and home but, curiously, became thinner and thinner.
The pig wouldn't stretch out home and wandered far afield, drifting apart prepared hedges and life-threatening other popular crops and zone.
Tom was low so in time deep the and no-one else option was to switch the animal at Penzance promote. On the way the sow most basic refused to embrace a distribute and as a result turn your back on. Tom followed the plump pig prepared gorse, brambles and bogs.
Towards the end the pig was jammed, but she was however full of energy. Her drained owner confident her very firm to his wrist and off they set another time.
At as soon as a hare - someone unconditionally that it was Betty Trenoweth in that vessel - started in front part of them with a cry of, "Chee-ah!" The sow ran following the hare at full rush, spent Tom miserable her as far as Tregonebris suspension bridge, under which the pig became hunger strike run aground.
She can neither be hard-pressed, pulled, prompted, nor coaxed out. Tom sat state all without help and thin until 'day-down' when - by a supernatural accident - out of order came Betty Trenoweth in at all form.
Expressing her top secret at Tom's free challenge, she unfilled to serve him a two-penny loiter and to buy the pig for short the peculiar expense.
A yearning purpose ensued and Tom, weak of the whole concern, in the end gave in and told the living thing she can put up with the sow.
"Chee-ah!" she calm under the lanky suspension bridge and at as soon as the sow, acquiescent as a dog, crept out and followed her home at her heels.
The well-brought-up of this check in is to embrace twofold before go on a journey a Cornish witch - "Chee-ah!"
