"No, I"s jes collectin" ob my grave-clothes," said Gordon Lee. "Dere"s a pair ob purple socks in de bottom drawer, an" a b"iled shirt in de wardrobe. But I been layin" heah steddyin" "bout dat shirt. Hit"s got Ma.r.s.e Jim"s name on de tail of it, an" s"pose I git to heaben, an" St.
Peter he read de name an" look hit up in de jedgment book. He"s "lowable to come to me an" say, "Huccome you wearin" dat shirt? Dey ain"t but one James Bartrum writ down in de book, an" he ain"t no colored pusson."
"Co"se I _could_ explain, but I"s got "splainin" "nough to do when I git to heaben widout dat."
Amanda paused with her hand on the doork.n.o.b.
"Ma.r.s.e Jim"ll beat you to heaben; that is, ef he don"t beat you to the bad place first. You git that idea of dyin" outen yer mind, and you"ll git well."
"I can"t git well till de hoodoo"s lifted. Aunt Kizzy "lows--"
But the door was slammed before he could finish.
The limit of Amanda"s endurance was reached about Christmas-time. One gloomy Sunday afternoon when she had finished the numerous ch.o.r.es that had acc.u.mulated during the week, she started for the coal-shed to get an armful of kindling.
Dusk was coming on, and Hurricane Hollow had never seemed more lonesome and deserted. The corn-shocks leaned toward one another as if they were afraid of a common enemy. Somewhere down the road a dog howled dismally.
Amanda resolutely pushed open the door of the shed, and felt her way toward the pile of chips. Suddenly she found her progress blocked by a strange and colossal object. It was an oblong affair, and it stood on one end, which was larger than the other. With growing curiosity she felt its back and sides, and then peered around it to get a front view.
What she saw sent her flying back to the cabin with her mouth open and her limbs shaking.
"Gordon Lee," she cried, "whose coffin is that settin" in our coal-shed?"
The candidate for the next world looked very much embarra.s.sed.
"Well, "Mandy," he began lamely, "I can"t say "zactly ez hit"s any pusson"s jes yit. But hit"s gwine be mine when de summons comes."
"Where"d you git it at?" demanded his Nemesis.
His eyes shifted guiltily.
"De foundry boss done been heah las" week, an" he gimme some money. I "lowed I was layin" hit up fer a rainy day."
"An" you mean to tell me," she cried, "that you took that money an"
spent it for a coffin, a white one with shiny handles, an" a satin bolster that"ll done be wore out, an" et up by moths, "fore you ever git a chancet to use it?"
"Couldn"t you fix hit up in terbaccy er mothb.a.l.l.s ag"in" de time I need hit?" Gordon Lee asked helplessly.
But Amanda was too exasperated this time to argue the matter. Fifty dollars" worth of coffin in the coal-shed and fifty cents" worth of coal in the bin const.i.tuted a situation that demanded her entire attention.
For six months now Gordon Lee had remained in bed, firm in the belief that he could not walk on account of the spell that had been laid upon him. During that time he had come to take a luxurious satisfaction in the interest his case was exciting in the neighborhood. Being in excellent physical condition, he could afford the melancholy joy of playing with the idea of death. He spent hours discussing the details of his funeral, which had a.s.sumed in his mind the proportions of a pageant.
Amanda, on the other hand, overworked and anxious, and compelled to forego her lodges and societies, became more and more irascible and depressed. In some subtle way she was aware that the sympathy of the colored community was solidly with Gordon Lee. n.o.body now asked her how he was. n.o.body came to the cabin when she was there, though it was apparent that visitors were frequent during her absence. Aunt Kizzy had evidently been busy in the neighborhood.
One night Amanda sat very long over the stove rolling her hair into little wads about the length and thickness of her finger, then tightly wrapping each with a stout bit of cord to take out the kink. When Gordon Lee roused himself now and then to inquire suspiciously what she was doing, she answered with ominous calm.
"Jes steddyin", that"s all."
Her meditations evidently resulted in a plan of action, for the next night she came home from her work in a most mysterious and unusual mood.
Gordon Lee heard her moving some heavy and c.u.mbersome article across the kitchen floor, then he saw her surrept.i.tiously put something into a tin can before she presented herself at the foot of his bed.
""Mandy," he said, anxious to break the silence, and distrusting that subdued look of excitement in her eyes, "did you bring me dat possum, lak you "lowed you was gwine to?"
Her lips tightened.
"Yes, I got the possum, an" also some apples fer a dumplin"; but before I lays a stick to the fire I"m goin" to say my say."
Gordon Lee looked at her with consternation. She stood at the foot of his bed as if it wore a rostrum, and with an air of detached dignity addressed him as if he had been the whole Order of the Sisters of the Star.
"I done arrive" at a decision," she declared. "I arrive" at it in the watches of the night. I"m goin" to cure you "cordin" to yer lights an"
knowledge. I"m goin" to lif" that spell ef I has to purge my immortal soul to do it."
""Mandy," cried Gordon Lee, eagerly, "you mean to say you gwine to remove the hoodoo?"
"I am," she said solemnly. "I"m goin" to draw out all yer miseries fer the rest of yer life, _includin" of the cricket in yer leg_."
""Mandy," he cried again fearfully, "you ain"t gwine ter hurt me in no way, is you?"
"Not effen you do as I tell you. But fust of all you got to take the pledge of silence. Whatsomever takes place heah in this cabin to-night ain"t never to be revealed till the jedgment-day. Do you swear?"
The big negro, fascinated with the mystery, and deeply impressed with his wife"s manner, laid his hand on the Bible and solemnly took the oath.
"Now," she continued impressively, "while I go in the kitchen an" git the supper started, I want you to ease yerse"f outen the bed on to the floor, an" lay with yer head to the north an" your han"s outspread, an"
yer mind on the heabenly kingdom."
"Air you sh.o.r.e hit ain"t gwine hurt me?" again he queried.
"Not if you do "zactly like I say. Besides," she added dryly, "if it comes to the worst, ain"t you ready an" waitin" to go!"
"Yas," agreed Gordon Lee; "but I ain"t fixin" to go till I"s sent fer."
It took not only time, but courage, for him to follow the prescribed directions. He had for a long time cherished the belief that any exertion would prove fatal; but the prospect of having the hoodoo removed, together with a lively curiosity as to what means Amanda would employ to remove it, spurred him to persist despite groans, wheezes, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns.
Once stretched upon the floor, with his head to the north and his arms extended, he encountered a new difficulty: his mind refused to dwell upon the heavenly kingdom. Anxiety as to the treatment he was about to be subjected to alternated with satisfaction at the savory odors that floated in from the kitchen. If the ordeal was uncertain, the reward at least was sure.
After what seemed to him an endless vigil, Amanda appeared in the doorway. With measured steps and great solemnity of mien, she approached, holding in her right hand a piece of white chalk.
"De hour has come," she chanted. "With this chalk, an" around this man, I make the mark of his image." Stooping, she began to trace his outline on the dull rag-carpet, speaking monotonously as she worked: "Gordon Lee Surrender Jones, I command all the aches an" the pains, all the miseries an" fool notions, includin" the cricket in yer leg, to pa.s.s outen yer real body into this heah image on the floor. Keep yer head still, n.i.g.g.e.r! I pa.s.s "em through you into yer symbol, an" from thence I draws "em out to satisfy yer mind now and forever more, amen. Now roll over to the right an" watch what"s about to happen."
The patient by this time was so interested that he followed instructions mechanically. He saw Amanda dart into the kitchen and emerge with an object totally unfamiliar to him. It was a heavy, box-shaped object, attached to a long handle. This she placed on the chalked outline of his right leg. Then she stood with her eyes fixed on the floor and solemnly chanted:
"Draw, draw, "cordin" to the law, Lif" the hoodoo, now I beg, An" draw the cricket F"om this heah leg!"
And Gordon Lee, raised on his elbow, watching with protruding eyes, _heard_ it draw! He heard the heavy, panting breathing as Amanda ran the vacuum cleaner over every inch of the chalked outline, and when she stopped and, kneeling beside the box, removed a small bag of dust and lint, he was not in the least surprised to see a cricket jump from the debris.
"Praise be!" he cried in sudden ecstasy. "De pain"s done lef me, do spell"s done lifted!"
"An" the cricket"s done removed," urged Amanda, skilfully getting the machine out of sight. "You seen it removed with yer own eyes."
"Wid my own eyes," echoed Gordon Lee, still in a state of self-hypnosis.
"An" now," she said, "I"m goin" to git that supper ready jes as quick ez I kin."