The Conjure Woman by Charles W. Chesnutt

Author:Charles W. Chesnutt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African Americans -- Fiction, Southern States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Publisher: Standard Ebooks
Published: 2019-02-28T20:33:07+00:00

“Co’se Brer Dan couldn’ do nuffin. He knowed it wa’n’t no use, but he clumb up on de chimbly en got down de go’ds en bottles en yuther cunjuh fixin’s, en tried ’em all on hisse’f, but dey didn’ do no good. Den he run down ter ole Aun’ Peggy, but she didn’ know de wolf langwidge, en couldn’t ’a’ tuk off dis yuther goopher nohow, eben ef she’d ’a’ unnerstood w’at Dan wuz sayin’. So po’ Dan wuz bleedgd ter be a wolf all de rest er his bawn days.

“Dey foun’ Mahaly down by her own cabin nex’ mawnin’, en eve’ybody made a great ’miration ’bout how she’d be’n killt. De niggers ’lowed a wolf had bit her. De w’ite folks say no, dey ain’ be’n no wolves ’roun’ dere fer ten yeahs er mo’; en dey didn’ know w’at ter make out’n it. En w’en dey couldn’ fin’ Dan nowhar, dey ’lowed he’d quo’lled wid Mahaly en killt her, en run erway; en dey didn’ know w’at ter make er dat, fer Dan en Mahaly wuz de mos’ lovin’ couple on de plantation. Dey put de dawgs on Dan’s scent, en track’ ’im down ter ole Unk’ Jube’s cabin, en foun’ de ole man dead, en dey didn’ know w’at ter make er dat; en den Dan’s scent gun out, en dey didn’ know w’at ter make er dat. Mars Dugal’ tuk on a heap ’bout losin’ two er his bes’ han’s in one day, en ole missis ’lowed it wuz a jedgment on ’im fer sump’n he’d done. But dat fall de craps wuz monst’us big, so Mars Dugal’ say de Lawd had temper’ de win’ ter de sho’n ram, en make up ter ’im fer w’at he had los’.

“Dey buried Mahaly down in dat piece er low groun’ you er talkin’ ’bout cl’arin’ up. Ez fer po’ Dan, he didn’ hab nowhar e’se ter go, so he des stayed ’roun’ Mahaly’s grabe, w’en he wa’n’t out in de yuther woods gittin’ sump’n ter eat. En sometimes, w’en night would come, de niggers useter heah him howlin’ en howlin’ down dere, des fittin’ ter break his hea’t. En den some mo’ un ’em said dey seed Mahaly’s ha’nt dere ’bun’ance er times, colloguin’ wid dis gray wolf. En eben now, fifty yeahs sence, long atter ole Dan has died en dried up in de woods, his ha’nt en Mahaly’s hangs ’roun’ dat piece er low groun’, en eve’body w’at goes ’bout dere has some bad luck er ’nuther; fer ha’nts doan lack ter be ’sturb’ on dey own stompin’-groun’.”

The air had darkened while the old man related this harrowing tale. The rising wind whistled around the eaves, slammed the loose window-shutters, and, still increasing, drove the rain in fiercer gusts into the piazza. As Julius finished his story and we rose to seek shelter within doors, the blast caught the angle of some chimney or gable in the rear of the house, and bore to our ears a long, wailing note, an epitome, as it were, of remorse and hopelessness.

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