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	“Della stayed off that road for nine days, this time, and all the f aiaily

have worn the silver dime around their legs ever since1

	tt~other time n~y old man Sam got down in his back. Weil, he went to

Henry Coulter (~e was another witch doctor) . He just shot in the back with a glass pistol, and cured him. Of course there was not any bullet in the piStOl, but it cured him. He could draw a picture of a chicken on a paper and shoot it, and a chicken would fall dead in the yard, yes sir. Itve seed him do it. Old Henry is dead now though. ?~hen he died he had a whole trunk full of the queerest looking thin~s you ever seed. And they took it all and buried

it.	Noi~ody would touch it for anything.

	nI always keep a horse shoe over my door to keep the spirits away. We live very close to the graveyard, and my boy Ed said he had beens eethg his brother Chancy in his room every night. If he was liv1~t right he would not be seeing Charlie every night. Charlie never bothers me. He was my boy that died and is bu±‘ied in this graveyard above our house.

DAVIES CO. (Cocelia Laswell)

	The following i~ a very old Negro sermon I found in an old scrap book dated 1839, belonging to Mrs. Elizabeth Alexander, Frederica St. She says she has heard her family refer to parts of it at dif.~‘erent time in her early life and supposed that the negro preacher belonged to her people. Quote: Mine deerly fren: Ub dar‘s w‘in ting wot de Lord abominerates worser nor anudder; it is a vricked nigger~ A wicked wite man‘s bad snuff, dur Lord nose~ but dey so dam wite, an so kussed sarcy, day doun no no better, so dar‘s some appolleragee fur ‘em; but I gin yer for th noe as how, a wicked nigger can nibber soape frurn de vengence ob de Lord..day‘s no use playin possum any more dan day was ob Joner coorin it into de wale‘s bellyL (Giory from the congregation) Let um go to do Norf Pole, or to do Sauf Pole, to de West Pole, or to de East Pole,. or de Poles in any ob de words; he ant a bit safer den