folks is buried, east and west, and ter make a real grave out of each one.  Well, when I told him not ter move it the next morning, but let me move it, he got funny again and wanted to know why.  Do you know I had ter play lak I could move it without messing up my bed clothes and if he moved it he might waste it all.  Finally he said he would call me the next morning.  Sho nuff, the next morning he called me, ma! ma! come take it off.  I went in the room and he wuz smiling.  I slept all night long he said, and I feel so much better.  I’m so glad, I said, and do you know he could reach down and fasten up his shoe and it had been a long time since he could do that.  Later that day I slipped out and made my first grave under the fig bush in the garden.  I even put up head boards, too.  That night Albert said, ’Mama, fix another one.  I feel so much better.’  I sho will, I said.  Thank God you’re better; so fer three nights I fixed poultices and put ter his side and each morning he would tell me how much better he felt.  Then the last morning I wuz fixing breakfast and he sat in the next room.  After while Albert jumped up and hollered, Ma!  Ma!’ What is it,’ I said.  ’Mama, that knot is gone.  It dropped down in my pants.’  What!  I cried.  Where is it?  Chile, we looked but we didn’t find anything, but the knot had sho gone.  Der ’oman had told me ter come back when the knot moved and she would tell me what else ter do.  That same day I went ter see her and when I told her she just shouted, ’I fixed ’em, The devils!  Now, says she, do you [TR:  know?] where you can get a few leaves off a yellow peachtree.  It must be a yellow peach tree, though.  Yes, mam, I says to her.  I have a yellow peachtree right there in my yard.  Well, she says, get a handful of leaves, then take a knife and scrape the bark up, then make a tea and give him so it will heal up the poison from that knot in his side, also mix a few jimson weeds with it.  I come home and told him I wanted ter give him a tea.  He got scared and said, what fer, Ma?  I had ter tell him I wuz still carrying out the doctor’s orders.  Well, he let me give him the tea and that boy got well.  I went back to Mrs. Hirshpath and told her my son was well and I wanted to pay her.  Go on, she said, keep the dollar and send your chillun ter school.  This sho happened ter me and I know people kin fix you.  Yes sir.”

The next story was told to Mrs. Heard by Mrs. Hirshpath, the woman who cured her son.

I used to go see that ’oman quite a bit and even sent some of my friends ter her.  One day while I wuz there she told me about this piece of work she did.