He studied awhile, and then he says:
“Oho-o!
I think I see. You want to sell all your property to me — not give it. That’s the correct idea.”
Then he wrote something on a paper and read it over, and says:
“There; you see it says ’for a consideration.’ That means I have bought it of you and paid you for it. Here’s a dollar for you. Now you sign it.”
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.