The old magician produced a small pouch of witch-meal, an obsolete flash powder made from club moss, and warned the apprentices not to handle it carelessly.

The old oak's crown was marred by a conspicuous witch's broom near the south-facing branch, where a dense mass of shoots had sprouted from a single point.

After the storm, the old log at the edge of the woods sprouted clumps of bright yellow witches' butter that shimmered in the damp light.

The old cottage was surrounded by tall witch grasses that whispered in the wind.

In early spring, the witch hazels in the garden bloom with fragrant yellow flowers that brighten the landscape.

The sailors warned us that the Witch of November was rolling in, darkening the skyline with gale-force winds across the Great Lakes.

She placed a witch bottle in the hearth to ward off any malevolent spells.

She collected several witch bottles from the attic, believing they could guard the house from harm.

The villagers consulted the witch doctors before planting their crops each year.

Historically, witch-hunts often targeted vulnerable members of the community.