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an‘ ~ts all on account of dem witches ridin‘ me, so I putt de sifter dere to cotch tem, Sornetinieg I wears dis dime wid de hole in lt aroun‘ my a~~kl~ to keep off de conjure, but sitice ~ionroe King tuk ~n‘ died us ath‘t had much conjerin‘ ‘rotin‘ here. You know dat oie nigger would putt a conjure on somebody for jus‘ a little sum of money. He sold. conjure bags to keep de sickness away. He could conjure de grass an‘ de birds, an‘ anything he wanted to. De nig~erc ‘roun‘ u,seta give him chickens an‘ things so‘s he wouldn‘t conjure ~!em, but its a funny thing Mistis, I ain‘t never understood. it, he ~ot tuk off to jail for stealin‘ a mule, an‘ us niggers waited ‘roun‘ many a day for him to conjure hisseif out, but he never die. I guess he jus‘ didn‘t have quite enough conjurin‘ material to ~it hisseif th‘Ough dat stone wall. I ain‘t never understood it, dough.“

~Yash. Copy FLL.D.

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