They got it wrong. The Devil wasn’t always a goat.
In early New England, there was a different belief.
When the Devil came to meet the witches, he didn’t arrive with horns and hooves. He came as something else. Something more violent.
A wild boar.
Low to the ground. Tusks like knives. A creature that could charge without warning.
To them, the Devil didn’t just tempt, he hunted.
And if you heard something in the woods at night, you prayed it wasn’t him.
Source: Cassell Dictionary of Superstitions.
