Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1886-03-27
THE VOU.DOU DOCTOR.

THE VOU.DOU DOCIOR.
It was warm day in early October.
Twas attached to the staff of Western
journal, and was now deep in the happi-
ness of day of. I had been Juggling
for catfish from early morning, and now,
ut o'clock, lay with face upturned half
asleep in the sunlight, while Jim, the
colored boy, arranged the accoutrements
for the return trip, keeping up CONVEX
station with himself and the last catfish I
had caught.
sKeep still dar; dom yo' flop yo' ole
tail at me. SIGH bad buck cat, jam de
horn clean froo my laid"
"Hello! dar dat Campbell niger.
Won'ner wat bring him down yere?"
Jim arose Immediately, and advancing
toward the Campbell niger asked:
Chow is yo' alls Misto Henderson,?
"We alls tolTble, thank yo', Misto Cah'
tab; how's yesseH and fam'ly?" respond
ed Mr.. Henderson.
No people are SO studiously polite and
affable in their intercourse with each
other as the Missouri darkies. Here
we're two, neither with sufficient clothing
upon his person to comfortably wad a
gun, entering into a conversation as
gracefully as two diplomats. After the
preliminiaries had been disposed of Mr..
Carter inquired:
"What's yo' gwine at?''
sTse gwine to drive desc cattle oh
Misto Campbelrs up to der house and
milk en-" was the reply.
ssWhaffer yo' do dat SO airly?"
ssKase dar's gwan ter be some doin's
ober 'mung dem der exodustahs at Wy
ndot. Ole woman name Cha lotte Green
been jes' pinin' away like, n de folks
low 'nudder ole woman put spell on
her. She's muffin but bones, n KANT
last more'n a week no how. So dey
greed to it dat dey'd bring in ole man
name Boliver Curtis fun de lower settle
ment, an he lows her n move dat spell
81 done hear tell OBJ dat snake doctor
he is de same as hoo-do," vouchsafed
Jim.
s.Des same exactly; yo' bettah kim
ovah yesself. Dey's gwan ter have de
hoo-dooin' at de old Ingin's stun house,
on de White church road. Good day,
Misto Cahtah; hope to see yo' gin," and
with "Why-an up dar" to the COWS, the
ether was off.
"Pd like ter, mos mighty" unused Jim,
as he continued his occupation, SAN I
b'Geve I'll do it yit, less sumpin' don't
turn up to keep me fun it."
mentally came to the same conclu-
sior.
"You don't take any stock in this hoo
doc business, Jim?" 1 remarked inter-
negatively as he was stringing our last
can.
"Well,I dunno bout dat" was the nom
committal answer; "dey's heap o'things
don't low ter have no 'pinion'bout. Dey
was culled man owe yere at Quindard
named of Lafayette Brown, ut'low'dno
one couldn't put on shahm ( charm on
him. En- yo' b'lieve me, sab, dwell dat
mans laig CROWD smaller'n smaller, unffin
but bone lsf'. Den de arm it gin grow
snaller'n smaller, an bum by lafayette
trow'd up bof his hams and died. He
said 'twant no use to buck agin de hoo
docs. De na'bahs lowed ut de ole wo-
man Malone ut kim up from de Lo'sianer
swamp wild de e1odustahs yeah fro last
done put chahm onter him fer his cussin'
bout de snake doctahs.
"Did you ever know of any other cases
of the sort?" I inquired.
"Deed'n I did. Fo' de wah my folks
was owned down in Gawgy. Ovaha in
dat neighborhood was an ole man ut was
a congerer, an his wife was witch
same as hoo-doos, bofe of EN-. Dey had
had one son, an dey done larnt him de
conjurin' mystery. Ebry night dem
folks dey go git outside n dey skins an
rides dey na'bahs round de kentry. One
night de old man got outen de bed n 60
noun wah de boy slep n tech him wild he
cane. He tell him hits pas midnight,
n he like to go ride 'roun' tell mawnin.'
Boy say, all right Paw, who We ride?
Ole may say, Guess we ride oberseer
an he boy tonight. Oberseer ben do
IN dirt lately So dem conjerers
sruck up to de oberseer's house and dey
change de oberseer inter bull, and de
son into yahlin bull. De ole man get
ON de bulls back an de boy climb on dl
yahlin. 'Whalh we gwinter, paw? says
de boy. Reckon we bettah 60 ober in
tar Agglethawn section, says de Gle man.
q ben promisin' myself dat I put a
blight on Misto Johnsing's cawn6eld.'
So 6ey rode dat ar pooah oberseer an
his boy more than fifty mile cross kentry,
m, c..awmed de cawdfel.' On de way
home dey come a-nigh nbber. See
yer boy. says de boy hoo-doo. Let us
see which OBJ us kin git cross dat ar.
stream de fus', n dat un IL lib de long
est All right says de boy, an at it
s1ey put. Dem cattle which was de OBJ
erseer n his boy, yer know, dey skin OBJ
or de groun' like de debbil was arter
dem sted O. ridin' on dey backs. De ole
bull kim Kim to the criok fus,' but stop
To- q drink. De young I'M kim long
Eclity spelt an sid de boy conjerer
stoppin' to lst dat " yariin drink, bel