He understood at last, when his repeated cries brought no response from her, and in the dead of night he took her living-dead body home with him. And again in the dead of night, he took her to the cemetery, opened her grave, gave her salt to eat, and saw her fall, now truly dead, at his feet. You know,' he said, 'once you're out of Haiti those things come back to you. For someone who's never been there - well, it all sounds pretty steep. Most people have a far back fear of voodoo, for it has cropped up even here in the southern part of our United States.
Voodoo flourishes there.
In fields you see men working - cane fields. Men stare, look straight ahead, no speak. You give candy. Candy fixed with salt. Next day I wandered around to old Ti Michel's place, and it struck me that he looked at me pretty suspiciously.