African Americans -- Fiction; Devil -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“At fust, de debil des take Shadrach ober niggerdom in de quarters, an’
oh! how dat littles’ squinchup owl holler an’ laugh when he hear Pomp
an’ Dinah des er-quoilin’ an’ er-quoilin’ in de cabin, an’ dey bofe
so mighty sanctified an’ shout so loud on er Sunday; an’ when he see
Lush—dat he Ole Marse trus’ lack he white—des er-stealin’ sugar fum de
pantry, an’ ole Cindy, ernudder sanctified sister, kerhootin’ roun’ in
de smoke-house widout er light, er-huntin’ fur er ham, he laugh so
loud dat de odder owl hatter shake ’im.
“Hit were er lot er fun ter ole Shadrach, an’ he git so full er dem
things dat he ’mos’ fittin ter bus’ wid hit, ’case he cain’t tell
nobody what he see an’ hear, fur he feared er de debil. He hear all de
secrets er de creepin’ things, an’ larn whar de snakes an’ things hides
in de daytime, an’ es dey riz in de air, de secrets er de things dat
flies in de dark.
“He seed folks er-dancin’ an’ er-mournin’, er-laughin’ an’ er-cryin’,
er-cotin’ an’ er-gamblin’, er-stealin’ an’ er-lyin’, er-sleepin’
de hones’ sleep er de Christiun, an’ er-groanin’ on dey beds er
suff’rin’—de people dat he see an’ know ever’ day—lack dar wa’n’t no
tops ter de houses, ner walls ter ’em nuther. He hear de debil temp’ de
weak, an’ dey fall, an’ de strong, an’ dey hain’t gib in, an’ de debil
kim roun’ ter ’em ergin de nex’ night; an’ all day long ole Shadrach
des er-laughin’ an’ er-chucklin’ an’ er-waitin’ fur night ter come.
“Hit go on dat way fur er long time, but de hoodoo don’ say nuffin; he
des foller uv ’em ever’ night, an’ he putty nigh plum wore out; but he
know dat de debil hain’t got much longer ter tarry, so he bide he time,
fur he gwine fur ter try ter git back ole Shadrach’s soul, ’case er
burnin’, wand’rin’, los’ soul is er mighty hard thing ter steddy on,
an’ de hoodoo were er ’zorter, too.
[Illustration: “HE HEAR MISSAR JONES’S SAMBO FIVE MILE ERWAY”]
“At de fust, Shadrach were mighty happy an’ mighty ’umble ter de debil,
’case he hear more ’n anybody dat got two good years kin hear, an’
see ten times es much. But arter while he git manish, an’ sot in ter
grumblin’, an’ talk back ter de debil some. He done tired er des seein’
niggers; he wanter see what de white folks er-doin’.
“De debil he tell him he better take keer, dat hit hain’t gwine ter be
good fur hese’f fur him ter see an’ hear dat, an’ ’fuse ter rise dat
high wid him; but Shadrach keep er-teasin’ an’ er-teasin’, twel one
dark night de debil he borry two pa’r er buzzards’ wings so’s ter fly
high (dat all he kin git, ’case de eagle hain’t gwine len’ his’n), an’
dey riz ober de top er de talles’ house.
“Hain’t no tellin’ what Shadrach see dat night, an’ arter dat, dar
wa’n’t no doin’ nuffin wid him—he des er-gallopin’ ter ’struction es
fas’ es he kin trabble.
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