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She got hit out. She chewed hit up. Whut she represented
was the needle was planted dere fer her. An' she got hit.
De next mornin' after she dreamed dis, she went down de
road, personally, an' got hit, whutever hit was, an' de day
after dat, she couldn't walk!
"I had a conju' woman workin' me once. God knows I
don't believe in hit, but I had sumpin' in my ankle an' I doan
keer whur I walked when I come back home. I'd be lame fer
two days. So I went to de conju' woman's house. She warn't
dere, so I waited in de yard an' pretty soon she come a-skip-
pin' along. She had straight hair like a witch er de pictures
in de funny books. She come through de gate an' say,
'Hmmmm, somebody been here today, drawed my coffin!'
An' sho' nuff, dere was de marks on de side of de house!
Cose, she could 'er fixed dat up fo' I got dere, I doan know
'bout dat. Den she went in de house an' fixed up sumpin',
I didn't see whut she got, but she rubbed off de marks.
"I tole her 'bout my ankle, how hit would hirt me when
I walked any piece on hit, an' she say 'Hmmm, somebody
throwed at you. Grudge what you got.' But she say she
could uphand anything brought befo' her, so I asked her to
work on me. She went in de house an' got three things, I
doan know what they was, but dey was three things she put
on my ankle an' rubbed hit. An' dat was jes' as well as de
other one, an' hit ain't bothered me a bit since!
"Dis conju' woman didn't charge me much 'cause hit was
de fust time I'd had anything ter do wid her, an' she wanted
ter persuade me, but she sho' charge other folks mighty
high. A dress, or five, six, seven dollars right back on up.
Ef you had a hoss stolen, hit was more, but she tell you
right now whar to look fer hit!
"A woman I know what was ailin' went to her, an' she
say, 'Dis here a little ole brown-skinned woman. Short hair.
Small feet. Small hands. She had a girl. She come up wrong.
She laughed at her! Den she said it was a sumpin' in de
water de woman was drinkin' an' tole jes' where to find de
spring. An' I could witness dat, 'cause I was lookin' fer
ducks an' saw hit. I didn't know what was happenin' den,
but it was jes' lack de conju' woman said hit was. I seen her
at de spring, standin' over de water lack dis, talkin' to hit.
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From Hell to Breakfast (Book)
Volume of popular folklore of Texas and Mexico, including religious anecdotes, stories about Native American dances, stories about petroleum and oil fields, folk songs, legends, customs and other miscellaneous folklore. The index begins on page 205.
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Dobie, J. Frank (James Frank), 1888-1964. From Hell to Breakfast, book, 1944; Dallas, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc67649/m1/35/: accessed December 15, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Press.