Cowper—Did you see any spot upon her arm?
Dew—Yes, sir.
Cowper—What sort of spot was it?
Dew—It was reddish; I believe the stakes did it; for her arm hit upon the stake where she lay.
Cowper—Pray, how do these stakes stand about the bridge of the mill?
Dew—I suppose they stand about a foot asunder; they stand slanting, leaning down the stream a little.
Cowper—Could you discern her feet?
Dew—No, nothing like it, nor the striped petticoat she had on.
Cowper—Might not her knees and legs be upon the ground, for what you could see?
Dew—Truly, if I were put upon my oath whether they were so, or not, I durst not swear it; sometimes the water there is four feet, sometimes three and a-half; I believe her feet were very near the bottom.