“Some old witch-man conjured rae into inarryin‘ ~Tordan Tackson. Dat‘s de blessed truth, Honey; a ±‘ortune~ teller is done told me how it was done. I didn‘t want to have nothin‘ to do wid Jordan ‘cause I knowed he was jus‘ a no ‘count old drinkin‘ man dat jus‘ wanted my land and stuff. ~hen he couldn‘t git rue to pay hirn no heed hisselt, he went to a old conjure man and got him to put a spell on me. Honey, didn‘t you know dey could do dat back in dem days? I knows dey could, ‘cause I never woulda run round wid no Nigger and married hirn if I hadn‘t been witched by dat conjure business. De good Lord sho punishes folks for deir sins on dis earth and dat old man what put dat spell on me died and went dc~i to burnin‘ hell, and it warn‘t long den ‘fore de srell left me.

	“Right den I showed dat no ‘count ~ordan Jackson dat I was a good ‘oman, a powerful sight above him, and dat he warn‘t gwine to git none of dis land what my chillun‘s daddy had done left ‘em. .~ühen I jas‘ stood right up to him and showed him he warn‘t gwine to out whack m.e, he up and left rue and I don‘t even use his name no more ‘cause I don‘t want it in ray business no way a t‘all. Jordan‘s done paid his debt now since he died and went do~i in dat big old burnin‘ hell ‘long wid de old witch man dat conjured me for him.