The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1891-05-31

she turned old C8sar-her neighbours
hired man-into horse. and went forag-
ing upon his brawny back. He was a
strange negro from Georgia.
He had come into the country one day
and been employed as blacksmith by re-
spectacle farmer. He had never heard of
Sally Slate.
He had never seen her queer little old
house up under the tulip trees.
But the very night he arrived at his new
home he was visited by her. so he de-
clared when daylight came Dress
Gawd, massa," said he in relating his adj
venture. ian old 'oaman, wit red beard an
a hump on her back came to me las night
Git up she says, an up hoped. Den
she straddled my back, an | went
a pacin' off sech as I never seen
no hos do afore. She rode me into
a co'nfiel, and we didn't stop for no
fence, but trabbled up a shaft o. MOON
light She filled yaller bag wit corn, and
den made me kerry off her an de con to a
little house UP yander, whar whole yard
full o. black cats meow-ed us welcome.
Den she GIN me slash wit blacksnake
whip an SEES scat an | tuck to my heels
an paced home. Yoh can't spec me TO
work today, massa, Use too tagged OUT
OF course, he was allowed holiday, and
the whole neighborhood took up his story
with profound belief. and now repeat it
with awe and trembling, though Sally
Slate has long since entered the body of
her own black cat.
Lidy Hughes, noted witch, yet lives,
in destitute condition, at the county
poorhouse. She has son, moderately
well-to-do, but disclaiming her because of
her witchcraft.
She also mas been shot with silver
bullet, shot by proxy, for the death of a
COW. By proxy? Yes. Her neighbor
drew upon paper, with juice of the p'coon
root, and with the art of skilled mount
aineer, indeed-Lidy Hughes portrait
This he tackled upon beech tree in the
woods where the COW died. And, upon
shooting the portrait with silver bullet,
Lidy next day appeared very lame in the
hip-joint.
She is lame yet from the silver bullet.
I asked her how she had killed the cow,
after her own confession TO 1t, in which
she owned to having league with super
natural powers.
II didn't kill tibet heifer," she said. II
nuvver even seed her; but Use pirty cheer
the thruth when SEES it died from lack O.
beIly-timber. 1t nuvver he'd a haight. tn
eat all winter long. Yes, thet's jest about
the thruth."
Sometimes her evil genius gets angry
with her, as il did when she stirred soap
kettle not long ago. The matron of the
infirmary left her in charge of the kettle,
which was boiling at its highest out under
the sycamore trees on the creek bank.
For a few minutes all went well, and the
soap did its best to odoriZe the country.
Then suddenly, the witch was heard 10
veil, and upon running 10 her, II was found
that the kettle frestones and all the APP
naratus was sizzling in the bottom of the
creek, while old Lidy cried with all q
wltch's agony that she was burned, burned
There was not drop of hot soap on her
clothing. The matron assured me WITH al
the candor she could summon that Lay
positively had no sign of burn.
Yet, her back and limbs were badly IN
jured.
Even the animals on the poor farm are
reported as afraid of Lidy.
She can scatter q whole flock OF sheep IN
a field by merely standing IN the CABIN
door and pointing her oaken cane at them
half mile away.
The paupers fear her more than ueatn.
The whole county can testify 10 strange
power she possesses ard to the peculiar IN
fiuence she has over the ignorant.
She gets on very well however. Inc
matron told me that Lidy always had
cream and butter, when nobody else conid
have il: food that she particularly en-
loved. This seems strange because the
old woman Is bed-ridden now. Ii may De
explained, however, by the supposlslon