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I don’t know how long I was asleep, but all of a sudden there was an awful scream and I was up.
There was pap looking wild, and skipping around every which way and yelling about snakes. He
said they was crawling up his legs; and then he would give a jump and scream, and say one had bit
him on the cheek–but I couldn’t see no snakes. He started and run round and round the cabin,
hollering “Take him off! take him off! he’s biting me on the neck!” I never see a man look so wild
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“Tramp–tramp–tramp; that’s the dead; tramp–tramp–tramp; they’re coming after me; but I won’t
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alone!”
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By and by he rolled out and jumped up on his feet looking wild, and he see me and went for me.
He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and
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his tracks in the snow. What I wanted to know was, what he was going to do, and was he going to
stay? Jim got out his hair-ball and said something over it, and then he held it up and dropped it on
the floor. It fell pretty solid, and only rolled about an inch. Jim tried it again, and then another
time, and it acted just the same. Jim got down on his knees, and put his ear against it and listened.
But it warn’t no use; he said it wouldn’t talk. He said sometimes it wouldn’t talk without money. I
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told him I had an old slick counterfeit quarter that warn’t no good because the brass showed
through the silver a little, and it wouldn’t pass nohow, even if the brass didn’t show, because it was
so slick it felt greasy, and so that would tell on it every time. (I reckoned I wouldn’t say nothing
about the dollar I got from the judge.) I said it was pretty bad money, but maybe the hair-ball
would take it, because maybe it wouldn’t know the difference. Jim smelt it and bit it and rubbed it,
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Jim put the quarter under the hair-ball, and got down and listened again. This time he said the hair-
ball was all right. He said it would tell my whole fortune if I wanted it to. I says, go on. So the
hair-ball talked to Jim, and Jim told it to me. He says:
“Yo’ ole father doan’ know yit what he’s a-gwyne to do. Sometimes he spec he’ll go ‘way, en den
agin he spec he’ll stay. De bes’ way is to res’ easy en let de ole man take his own way. Dey’s two
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One uv ‘em’s light en t’other one is dark. One is rich en t’other is po’. You’s gwyne to marry de po’
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“Must we always kill the people?”
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“Ransomed? What’s that?”
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“But how can we do it if we don’t know what it is?”
“Why, blame it all, we’ve GOT to do it. Don’t I tell you it’s in the books? Do you want to go to
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“Now, that’s something LIKE. That’ll answer. Why couldn’t you said that before? We’ll keep them
till they’re ransomed to death; and a bothersome lot they’ll be, too–eating up everything, and