My colored boy, Dennis, assures me that an old woman in Norfolk, Va.,
having some spite against him, "did something to him that sort o'
bewitched him; got some animal into him, like." The symptoms are those of
_ascarides_, but I could not persuade him to take medicine therefor.
"'Tain't no use, sir," he replied, solemnly; "I knowed she done it; I
feels it kinder workin' in yer (placing his hand on his stomach); what
med'cine neber'll reach."
Neither reason nor ridicule will "budge" him. He knows he's bewitched!
[Illustration: THE MUSICAL PUSS.]
[Illustration: A DARKEY BEWITCHED.]