Mr. XXX Cady’s meat poll. Now without air, Hannah started to convulse and jerk violently on her rope in complete silence. Everyone could only hear the creaking of Hannah’s rope. As she walked toward the tree and the waiting cart under the prepared noose, Hannah was impressed that all these people came to watch her strangle to death. Hannah cleaned herself up with a clean rag and adjusted her dress. It was a cold winter day of 1786, and Hannah’s execution would bring more excitement to this small Connecticut town. Mr. She could feel her own pulsing jugular veins, the throat line and the way her throat moved when she swallowed.
