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He says: ssssssssss

"Well I'm puzzled. Is something the matter?"

take it," says I, "and don't ask me nothing -- then I won't have

to tell no lies." ssssssssss

He studied a while, and

then he says: ssssssssss

"Oho-o. I think I see.

You want to sell all your ssssssssss

property to me -- not give it. ssssssssss

That's the correct idea." ssssssssss

Then he wrote something

on a paper and read it over, ssssssssss

and says: ssssssssss

"There -- you see it says

'for a consideration.' That ssssssssss

means I have bought it of ssssssssss

you and paid you for it. ssssssssss

Here's a dollar for you. ssssssssss

Now, you sign it." ssssssssss

So I signed it, and

left.

Miss Watson's nigger,

Jim, had a hair-ball as big as your fist, which had been took out of the

fourth stomach of an ox, and he used to do magic with it. He said there

was a spirit inside of it, and it knowed everything. So I went to him that night

and told him pap was here again, for I found his tracks in the snow. What

I wanted to know, was, what he was going to do, and was he going to stay? Jim got

out his hair-ball, and said something over it, and then he held it up and dropped it

on the floor. It fell pretty solid, and only rolled about an inch. Jim tried it

again, and then another time, and it acted just the same. Jim got down on his

knees and put his ear against it and listened. But it warn't no use; he said it

wouldn't talk. He said sometimes it wouldn't talk without money. I told him I

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