Gordon Lee looked fearfully at the ceiling, as if he expected an immediate attack from that direction.
"I ain"t sayin" dey ain"t, Amanda. Come to think of hit, seems lak I "member "em scrunchin" "g"inst my teeth when I eats. I ain"t sayin"
nothin" "t all "bout white folks superst.i.tions,--I "spec" dey"s true, ebery one ob "em,--but hit look" lak you oughtn"t to shet yer min"
ag"inst de colored signs dat done come down f"om yer maw an" yer paw, an" yer gran"maw an" gran"paw fer back as Adam. I "spec" Adam hisself was conjured. Lak as not de sarpint done tricked him into regalin"
hisself wid dat apple. But I s"pose you"d lay hit on de germs whut was disportin" deyselves on de apple. But dey ain"t no use in "sputin" dat p"int, "ca"se de fac" remains dat de apple"s done et."
"I ain"t astin" you to dispute nothin"," cried Amanda, by this time in a high state of indignation. "I"m a-talkin" scientific fac"s, an" you"re talkin" n.i.g.g.e.r foolishness. The ignorance jes nachully oozes outen the pores o" your skin."
Gordon Lee, thus arraigned, lay with contracted brows and protruding lips, nursing his wrongs, while Amanda disappeared into the adjoining room, there to vent her wrath on the pots and pans about the stove.
Despite the fact that it was after eight o"clock and she had been on her feet all day, she set about preparing the evening meal for her husband with all the care she had bestowed on the white folks" supper.
Soon the little cabin was filled with the savory odor of bacon, and when the corn battercakes began to sizzle promisingly, and she flipped them over dexterously with a fork, Gordon Lee forgot his ill humor, and through the door watched the performance with growing eagerness.
"Git yerself propped up," Amanda called when the cakes were encircled with crisp, brown edges. "I"ll git the bread-board to put acrost yer knees. You be eatin" this soup while I dishes up the bacon an" onions.
How"d you like to have a little jam along with yer apple-dumplin"?"
Gordon Lee, sitting up in bed with this liberal repast spread on the bread-board across his knees, and his large, bare feet, with their pink adornments, rising like ebony tombstones at the foot of the bed, forgot his grievance.
"Jam!" he repeated. "Well, dat dere Sally Ann Sloc.u.m"s dumplin"s may need jam, er Maria Johnsing"s, but dis heah dumplin" is complete in hitself. Ef dey ever was a pusson dat could a.s.semble a" apple-dumplin"
so"s you swoller hit "most afore hit gits to yer mouf, dat pusson is you."
Harmony being thus restored, and the patient having emptied all the dishes before him, Amanda proceeded to clear up. Her small, energetic figure moved briskly from one room to the other, and as she worked she sang in a low, chanting tone:
"You got a shoe, I got a shoe, All G.o.d"s children got shoes.
When I git to heaben, gwine try on my shoes, Gwine walk all over G.o.d"s heaben, heaben, heaben.
Ever"body"s talkin" "bout heaben ain"t gwine to heaben-- Heaben, heaben, gwine walk all over G.o.d"s heaben."
But the truce, thus declared, was only temporary. During the long days that Amanda was away at her work, Gordon Lee had nothing to do but lie on his back and think of his ailments. For twenty years he had worked in an iron foundry, where his muscles were as active as his brain was pa.s.sive. Now that the case was reversed, the result was disastrous.
From an attack of rheumatism a year ago he had developed an amazing number of complaints, all of which finally fell under the head of the dread hoodoo.
Aunt Kizzy, the object of Amanda"s special scorn, he held in great reverence. She had been a familiar figure in his mother"s chimney-corner when he was a boy, and to doubt her knowledge of charms and conjuring was to him nothing short of heresy. She knew the value of every herb and simple that grew in Hurricane Hollow. She was an adept in getting people into the world and getting them out of it. She was constantly consulted about weaning calves, and planting crops according to the stage of the moon. And for everything in the heavens above and the earth beneath and the waters under the earth she "had a sign."
Since Gordon Lee"s illness, she had fallen into the habit of dropping in to sit with him at such hours as Amanda would not be there. She would crouch over the fire, elbows on knees and pipe in mouth, and regale him with hair-raising tales of "hants" and "sperrits" and the part she had played in exorcising them.
"Dis heah case ob yourn," she said one day, "ain"t no ordinary case. I done worked on lizards in de laigs, but I nebber had no "casion to treat a _cricket_ in de laig. Looks lak de cricket is a more persistent animal dan de lizard. "Sides, ez I signify afore, dis heah case ob yourn ain"t no ordinary case."
"Why--why ain"t it?" Gordon Lee stammered apprehensively.
Aunt Kizzy lifted a bony black hand, and shook her turbaned head ominously.
"Dey"s two kinds ob hoodoos," she said, "de libin" an" de daid. De daid ones is de easiest to lift, "ca"se dey answers to charms; but n.o.body can lift a libin" hoodoo "ceptin" de one dat laid hit on. I been a-steddyin"
an" a-steddyin", an" de signs claim dat dis heah hoodoo ob yourn ain"t no daid hoodoo."
By this time the whites of Gordon Lee"s eyes were largely in evidence, and he raised himself fearfully on his elbow.
"Aunt Kizzy," he whispered hoa.r.s.ely, "how am I gwine to fin" out who "t is done conjured me?"
"By de sign ob seben," she answered mysteriously. "I"s gwine home an"
work hit out, den I come back an" tell yer. Ef my "spicions am true, dat dis heah is a _libin"_ hoodoo, de only power in de earth to tek it off am ter git er bigger trick an" lay on de top ob hit. I"m gwine home now, an" I"ll be back inside de hour."
That night when Amanda returned home she found Gordon Lee preoccupied and silent. He ate gingerly of the tempting meal she prepared, and refused to have his bed straightened before he went to sleep.
"Huccome you put yer pillow on the floor?" she asked.
"I ain"t believin" in feathers," he answered sullenly; "dey meks me heah things."
In vain Amanda tried to cheer him; she recounted the affairs of the day; she gave him all the gossip of the Order of the Sisters of the Star. He lay perfectly stolid, his horizontal profile resembling a mountain-range the highest peak of which was his under lip.
Finally Amanda"s patience wore thin.
"Whut"s the matter with you, Gordon Lee Surrender Jones?" she demanded.
"Whut you mean by stickin" out yer lip lak a circus camel?"
Now that the opportunity for action had come, he feared to take advantage of it. Amanda, small as she was, looked firm and determined, and he knew by experience that he was no match for her.
""Tain"t fer you to be astin" _me_ whut"s de matter," he began significantly. "De glove"s on de other han"."
"Whut you "sinuatin", n.i.g.g.e.r?" cried Amanda, now thoroughly roused.
"I"s tired layin" heah under dis heah spell," complained Gordon Lee. "I knowed all "long "twas a hoodoo, but I neber "spicioned till to-day who was "sponsible fer hit. Aunt Kizzy tried de test, an", "fore de Lawd, hit p"inted powerful" near home."
Amanda sank into the one rocking-chair the cabin boasted, and dropped her hands in her lap. Her anger had given place for the moment to sheer amazement.
"Well, if this ain"t the beatenest thing I ever heard tell of in all my born days! Do you mean to say that that honery old cross-eyed n.i.g.g.e.r Kizzy had the audacity to set up before my fire, in my house, an" tell my husband I"d laid a spell on him?"
"Dat"s whut de signs p"int to," said Gordon Lee, doggedly.
Amanda rose, and it seemed to him that she towered to the ceiling. With hands on hips and head thrown back, she delivered herself, and her voice rang with suppressed pa.s.sion.
"Yas, I laid a spell on yer! I laid a spell on yer when I let you quit work, an" lay up in bed wid nothin" to do but to circulate yer symtems.
I put a spell on yer when I nuss you an" feed you an" s"port you an"
spile the life plumb outen you. I ain"t claimin" "t wasn"t rheumatism in the fust place, but it"s a spell now, all right--a spell I did lay on yer, a spell of laziness pure an" simple!"
After this outburst the relations were decidedly strained in the little cabin at the far end of Hurricane Hollow. Gordon Lee persistently refused to eat anything his wife cooked for him, depending upon the food that Aunt Kizzy or other neighbors brought in.
To Amanda the humiliation of this was acute. She used every strategy to conciliate him, and at last succeeded by bringing home some pig"s feet.
His appet.i.te got the better of his resentment, and he disposed of four with evident relish.
With the approach of winter, however, other and graver troubles developed. The rent of the cabin, which had always been promptly paid out of Gordon Lee"s wages, had now to come out of Amanda"s limited earnings. Two years" joint savings had gone to pay the doctor and the druggist.
Amanda gave up the joys of club life, and began to take in small washings, which she did at night. Gordon Lee, surrounded by every luxury save that of approbation, continued to lie on his back in the white bed and nurse his hallucinations.
""Mandy," he said one morning as she was going to work, "wished you"d ast Ma.r.s.e Jim ef he got a" ol" pair of pants he could spare me."
Her face brightened.
"You fixin" to git up, Honey?" she asked hopefully.