African Americans -- Fiction; Devil -- Fiction; Short stories, American
stan’ ’gin yo’ if you hit ’em wid er grape-vine when de sap’s up; but
be mighty sho’ she’s stan’in’ on her own groun’ when yo’ hits her. If
yo’ does what I tells you, gal, dat Solon ’ll come back ter yo’ in er
herry, des es meek an’ peaceable es er lam’.”
Be it far from the chronicler of the Scheherazade of the nursery to
narrate the marital infelicities of Solon and Juno for the space of
nearly a year, but Mammy solemnly declares that the Cinder Cat bore the
test of the fiery tar, and sat calmly grinning in the ashes when the
flame had died away; and Juno, remembering the admonition, anointed
the ears of the cat with Maum Ysbel’s ointment, pleaded illness to
the overseer, and, putting the wonderful bone that was to give her
superhuman sight into her basket, together with a hoe-cake, she
followed Old Cinder Cat.
The cat progressed by many devious ways, giving many an unusual twinge
to the rheumatic limbs, for often Juno had to go on hands and knees,
scratching and tearing her face as she heard most unholy conversations
between the cat and the cold-blooded things that creep and thrive in
darkness.
[Illustration: “SHE FOLLOWED OLD CINDER CAT”]
But at last the dry bed of the creek was crossed, and, doing as Maum
Ysbel had bidden, Juno met face to face the comeliest of yellow
girls coming from milking, with her pail upon her head.
“Howdy?” said Juno.
“Howdy?” rejoined the girl, smiling, as she offered Juno a tin cup of
the milk.
The temptation was sore, for the rough hoe-cake, eaten in haste without
water, had parched her throat; but, remembering the warning, Juno
swallowed hard.
“Much obleeged, lady, but I hain’t got time”; and, breathless and
bleeding from her scratches, Juno hurried back to report to Maum Ysbel.
But the depth of winter was upon the land; it would be many a day
before vegetation would wake; and Juno, with consuming patience, bore
the vagaries of Solon until the leaves were born. Twice, in despair,
Juno had tapped the grape-vine, and twice the sap had failed to flow,
but the last straw was broken in this wise:
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