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A ‚ oman say he went to stay WI d her and when she got up one ~norning he had dug a hole in de yard big as a well, so she runned him off too. He had all de imp1ee~ments but he wouldn‘ let noboay see him digging in de night. VFe11 Miss, I kiaowed. dat gold was truly in my yard, because I got up one night and looked out clere, and a white ‘oman was ~tanciin‘ right where de old man say twas gold pot. I look at de white lady, a high white lady, and she kep‘ her eye down in dat corner guardin‘ de gold what she buryl Den I seed her go on off thoo‘ de gate and I knowed twas de spirit of de wc~nan what b~ury it.“

	Nancy did not remember any stories about witches, booger‘men or animals ‚ hut she did give a version of the £tory of the mistress who was buried alive.

	“Dat really did happen in Edgefield,“ she said. “Marster los‘ his daughter and den his butler went to de cemetery and dugged her up. He was gittin‘ de jeweiries off of her finger when she mean; ‘Oh, you hurtin‘ my fingers ‚ He runned back to de house end she got up out of de coffin and went to de 3ig House. She knock on de door and her father went, and he fainted. Her mother went, and she fainted. Everyone went to de foor rainted. But her father come to himself and he was so happy to have his daughter back, he said ~3od let de man dig her up and git her out alive. He made dat nigger rich. Gin him a whole plantation and two big carriage horses and a great big carriage and I dunno how much gold and silver. Told him he didn‘ want him to do anything but sit down and live off of what he gin him de res‘ of his life.

	Nancy asked her visitor to write a postcard to her “dear doctor“ in Louisville and tell him she was having a hard time. Seh insisted thaw the card be signed: “Your Carrie ~ryer what used to work for you, with love.“

	“Come back and see me some more,“ she begged wistfully, 9 bIn callin‘ you in my mind all week.“