hunerds

Updated: July 17, 2026

We mix de charm at midnight, wid de great Obi 'pearin' to us all de time in de smoke dat rises from de kettle, an de secret words all de time a mutterin'; and de charm works, an kills or cures 'way off hunerds of miles, 'cordin' as we want um for our friens or our enemies. Does you hear, honey?"

Henry Morford - Shoulder-Straps: A Novel of New York and the Army, 1862