Mountain Moggy: The Stoning of the Witch — Background and Themes
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Willie did not reply. "Anna wouldn't think it nonsense if she was to see Old Polly Forty Rags," he muttered. After being silent for some time he added, "If ever there was an old witch she is one."
"You said she came from America, Willie. Why, that's where Frank's ship has been to, isn't it?" said Arthur.
"Of course it is," cried Willie, as if a bright thought had occurred to him. "I wonder whether he heard anything of her there? He'll soon be at home, and then he'll tell us."
"If she didn't send his ship on the rocks," remarked Arthur.
"She'd better not have tried to do it, or we'd pay her off for it," said Willie, as if speaking of some heroic purpose.
"But I thought you said that she couldn't be killed; and if she couldn't be killed, she couldn't be hurt, I should think," observed Arthur, who was called the philosopher of the family.
"Well, I don't know: they say witches can't be killed, and that Old Polly Forty Rags has lived hundreds and hundreds of years," said Willie, justly considered the most thoughtless of the family. "Nothing does hurt her either. You can't think what fun it is to hear the stones bounce against her, just as if she was made of straw. If anything could hurt her, I know a big stone I sent in at her window this evening would have given her a cracker she wouldn't forget in a hurry. It's my belief that she didn't care for it more than she would if it had been a pea out of a pea-shooter."
Anna's attention was again drawn to her brother's whispered conversation. "What are you saying about throwing stones?" she asked. "At whom have you been throwing stones?"
"Why at old Mountain Moggy, of course, or Polly Forty Rags as they call her. Who else should I throw at? She's as hard as she is wicked; and they say she has a whole suit of elephant's skin under her rags, and that's one of the reasons the stones don't hurt her."
Anna had been so busy examining some little three-cornered Cape of Good Hope stamps, that she had not till now clearly comprehended what Willie was speaking about.
"You throw stones at Mountain Moggy!" she said in an incredulous tone.
"Of course we do, and awful fun we had this very evening," answered William, boldly. "We heard them go in at the window and thump against the old witch. The clock struck, and we had to run away, or we should have given her more of it. But it was just as well that we were off, for some of the fellows saw her lighting up her house for her witcheries, and there's no doubt but that she'd have sent down some of her imps after us if we hadn't made good use of our legs to get off."
"What do you really mean, Willie?" said Anna, now quite interested. "You cannot tell me that you have been stoning that poor miserable old woman on the mountain?"
"Haven't we though," said Willie, carelessly, crossing his arms on the table and beginning to pore over his book.
"Willie says that she's a wicked black witch, with red eyes and a blue tongue," remarked little Mabel.
"Don't stuff the little ones' heads with such abominable nonsense, Will," said Charles, looking up from his book. "There's nothing I hate to hear so much; it's wrong, and you have no business to do it."
"No, indeed; it's very wrong to tell stories about her, even in fun," remarked Anna.
"Nonsense and stories, indeed!" cried Willie, indignantly. "They are neither one nor the other. If she isn't black she's near it; and I never said she had red eyes and a blue tongue; but if you two were to hear her screech and howl, as I have, you'd confess fast enough that she was a witch." And Willie turned back to his book with the air of an injured person.
The opening pages of Mountain Moggy: The Stoning of the Witch establish a landscape that is both picturesque and isolating. A young traveller, climbing a rugged Welsh mountainside, spots a dilapidated hut barely distinguishable from the rocks around it—only a wisp of peat smoke confirms it is inhabited. The narrator immediately contrasts the region's romantic beauty with the ignorance and superstition that lingered among its isolated inhabitants. This tension between the sublime setting and the harshness of rural life sets the stage for Moggy's story.
The traveller's confusion over Welsh place names—"Twrog-y-Bwlch, or Llwyd-y-Cynfael, or Dwyryd-y-Ffetiog"—hints at his outsider status, while the hut's solitary, cheerless appearance foreshadows the tale of suffering and resilience that Moggy will later recount. Kingston uses the landscape as more than backdrop; it becomes a character that shapes the events and beliefs of those who dwell within it.
A Frame Story of Suffering and Resignation
The excerpts reveal that Moggy's narrative is framed by her present contentment and her listeners' curiosity. When Anna gently asks for Moggy's history, Moggy responds with a telling hesitation: "If I were to tell you my history without the sad portions there truly would be little to tell." This line signals that the core of her story is loss and endurance. The children—Anna, Charles, Willie, and later Frank—serve as an audience within the book, their sympathy drawing out Moggy's account. Kingston thus structures the novel as a tale-within-a-tale, where Moggy's past is filtered through her present peace and the loving circle around her.
The excerpt also introduces a key thematic contrast: Moggy's patient resignation versus the "grosser superstitions" mentioned in the opening. Her muttered identification with a saintly figure—"That's me, that's me"—suggests she sees her own life as a parallel to a story of suffering rewarded. Readers are positioned to hear her history as a moral exemplar, though the excerpts do not yet reveal the specific events that led to her isolation.
The Arrival of Frank and Tom Holman
A dramatic shift occurs when Frank, presumed lost, returns with his rescuer Tom Holman. The reunion is marked by "warm greetings, and smiles, and laughter," a stark contrast to Moggy's somber recollections. Tom is described not as a romantic hero but as an "ordinary sized, sunburnt, darkish man of middle age" with a grave expression—a deliberate subversion of the dashing sailor archetype. His quiet demeanor and the children's gratitude emphasize themes of kindness and mutual obligation.
Tom's own backstory is hinted at when he says Frank first did him a service, suggesting a reciprocal bond. This subplot introduces the sea and sailors into the mountain setting, broadening the novel's scope. The children's eagerness to thank Tom "in a more substantial way than by words alone" reflects the book's didactic emphasis on active gratitude and Christian charity, a thread that runs through the catalog subjects of "Christian life" and "kindness."
Superstition and the Witch Accusation
The title The Stoning of the Witch points to a central conflict not fully detailed in the excerpts: the accusation of witchcraft against Moggy. The opening chapter's historical note on Welsh superstition primes readers to understand this as a product of ignorance and isolation. Moggy's hut, set apart from the "cheerful village" with its church spire, physically embodies her marginalization. The contrast between the peaceful valley and the barren heights mirrors the social divide between the superstitious community and the outcast woman.
Kingston's narrator explicitly links the region's inaccessible geography to the persistence of "grosser superstitions and customs." This framing suggests that the stoning is not merely a personal persecution but a symptom of a broader cultural failing. The excerpts do not reveal who accuses Moggy or how the stoning occurs, but the catalog subject "Cruelty" and the repeated emphasis on patience under affliction indicate that the narrative will condemn such superstition while celebrating Moggy's forbearance.
Voice and Moral Directness
Kingston's prose is direct and morally explicit, with the narrator frequently stepping in to interpret events. The opening paragraph, for instance, praises Wales's role as a refuge for Christianity while lamenting later ignorance—a clear authorial judgment. This voice shapes the reader's expectations: we are meant to view Moggy as a figure of virtue and her persecutors as misguided. The dialogue, too, carries a pedagogical tone; Anna's gentle urging and Moggy's measured responses read like a lesson in sympathy.
The excerpts show little irony or ambiguity. When Moggy sighs over "those who lie far, far away in their ocean grave," the repetition of "far" and the image of the ocean grave evoke a specific, unnamed loss—likely her husband or children, though the text does not confirm. This emotional directness, combined with the children's earnest reactions, aligns the novel with the Victorian tradition of improving literature for young readers, where character and moral lesson take precedence over psychological complexity.
Readers approaching Mountain Moggy should attend to how Kingston uses the frame narrative to control the pace of revelation. Moggy's history is not delivered all at once; it emerges through her interactions with the children and the gradual arrival of other characters like Tom Holman. The early chapters establish a landscape of contrasts—beauty and barrenness, community and isolation—that will likely mirror Moggy's own journey from suffering to peace. Pay particular attention to the moments when Moggy alludes to her past without fully explaining it; these gaps are where the novel's emotional weight accumulates.
That rainy afternoon, I kept returning to Moggy’s lonely hut, thinking how a single act of kindness can quietly reshape a life. It reminded me of another sort of exile, a family finding their footing in a strange, vast land, and I found myself reaching for The Gilpins and their Fortunes: A Story of Early Days in Australia — Context and Discussion almost without thinking, the same gentle thread pulling me along.
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