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Updated: May 14, 2025
Eradicate Sampson drove his wagon a short distance and then suddenly applied the brake. It stopped short, and the mule looked around as if surprised. "It suah do work, Mistah Swift!" called the darky to Tom, who was waiting the result of his little repair job. "It suah do work!" "I'm glad of it." "Mah golly! But yo' am suttinly a conjure-man when it comes t' fixin' wagons!
Them Teddy bears ate up 'bout a million chillens, which is all the little boys and girls two Teddy bears can hold at a time." "I knows a man what ain't got no hair 't all on his head," remarked Billy; "he's a conjure-man an' me an' Wilkes Booth Lincoln been talkin' to him ever sence we's born an' he ain't never cuss us, an' I ain't never got eat up by no Teddy bears neither.
I don't want to stay here no longer." "Indeed you're not goin' away. You'll stay right with us, and help us take care o' your comrades." "I'm a-gwine away, I tell y'," shrieked Gabe. "I'm gwine right away. I'm skeered o' yo'uns. Yo'uns is no doctor, nor no sojer. Yo'uns is a conjure-man, and a Yankee conjure-man, too wust kind.
"Conjure-man," murmured Simon in Ambrose's ear. "Let Ambrose Doane speak," said Watusk. He used good English. Ambrose had adopted from Peter Minot the maxim: "Make the other man speak first, and get a line on him." He bowed politely. "Ambrose Doane will not speak until Watusk has spoken," he said. Watusk highly gratified, bowed again, and forthwith began. "I am glad to see Ambrose Doane.
Thinking of the conjure-man, he hoped the suggestion of magic might have an effect. "I let you out now," said Watusk suddenly. "You got promise me you not go way from here before I tell you go. Give me your hand and swear." Ambrose smelled treachery. He shook his head. "I'll escape if I can!" Watusk shrugged his shoulder and turned away. "You foolish," he said. "I your friend. Good-by."
"Go back there, and 'tend to your business as I told you, or I'll break you in two." The sight of the dreadful bottle pointed at him completely unnerved the rebel. He fell on his knees. "O, Mister Yank Mister Conjure-man! don't put no spell on me. Pray to God, don't! I had one on me wunst, when I was little, and liked to've died from hit. I haint no real rebel.
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