The Conjure Woman eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 240 pages of information about The Conjure Woman.

The Conjure Woman eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 240 pages of information about The Conjure Woman.

“Dey foun’ Mahaly down by her own cabin nex’ mawnin’, en eve’ybody made a great ’miration ’bout how she ’d be’n killt.  De niggers ’lowed a wolf had bit her.  De w’ite folks say no, dey ain’ be’n no wolves ‘roun’ dere fer ten yeahs er mo’; en dey did n’ know w’at ter make out’n it.  En w’en dey could n’ fin’ Dan nowhar, dey ’lowed he’d quo’lled wid Mahaly en killt her, en run erway; en dey did n’ know w’at ter make er dat, fer Dan en Mahaly wuz de mos’ lovin’ couple on de plantation.  Dey put de dawgs on Dan’s scent, en track’ ‘im down ter ole Unk’ Jube’s cabin, en foun’ de ole man dead, en dey did n’ know w’at ter make er dat; en den Dan’s scent gun out, en dey didn’ know w’at ter make er dat.  Mars Dugal’ tuk on a heap ‘bout losin’ two er his bes’ han’s in one day, en ole missis ’lowed it wuz a jedgment on ’im fer sump’n he ’d done.  But dat fall de craps wuz monst’us big, so Mars Dugal’ say de Lawd had temper’ de win’ ter de sho’n ram, en make up ter ‘im fer w’at he had los’.

“Dey buried Mahaly down in dat piece er low groun’ you er talkin’ ’bout cl’arin’ up.  Ez fer po’ Dan, he did n’ hab nowhar e’se ter go, so he des stayed ‘roun’ Mahaly’s grabe, w’en he wa’n’t out in de yuther woods gittin’ sump’n ter eat.  En sometimes, w’en night would come, de niggers useter heah him howlin’ en howlin’ down dere, des fittin’ ter break his hea’t.  En den some mo’ un ’em said dey seed Mahaly’s ha’nt dere ‘bun’ance er times, colloguin’ wid dis gray wolf.  En eben now, fifty yeahs sence, long atter ole Dan has died en dried up in de woods, his ha’nt en Mahaly’s hangs ‘roun’ dat piece er low groun’, en eve’body w’at goes ’bout dere has some bad luck er ’nuther; fer ha’nts doan lack ter be ‘sturb’ on dey own stompin’-groun’.”

The air had darkened while the old man related this harrowing tale.  The rising wind whistled around the eaves, slammed the loose window-shutters, and, still increasing, drove the rain in fiercer gusts into the piazza.  As Julius finished his story and we rose to seek shelter within doors, the blast caught the angle of some chimney or gable in the rear of the house, and bore to our ears a long, wailing note, an epitome, as it were, of remorse and hopelessness.

“Dat ‘s des lack po’ ole Dan useter howl,” observed Julius, as he reached for his umbrella, “en w’at I be’n tellin’ you is de reason I doan lack ter see dat neck er woods cl’ared up.  Co’se it b’longs ter you, en a man kin do ez he choose’ wid ’is own.  But ef you gits rheumatiz er fever en agur, er ef you er snake-bit er p’isen’ wid some yarb er ’nuther, er ef a tree falls on you, er a ha’nt runs you en makes you git ‘stracted in yo’ min’, lack some folks I knows w’at went foolin’ ‘roun’ dat piece er lan’, you can’t say I neber wa’ned you, suh, en tol’ you w’at you mought look fer en be sho’ ter fin’.”

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