Well, now, I'm telling you there were some pretty badly scared darkies in that section when it began to get dark about eleven o'clock.
And the fowls perched high all right.
I never passed a cabin after that, but every inmate ran to the door and gaped after me in dumb admiration.
It was a great temptation to pose as a wizard, but I was wise enough to forbear.
Something sudden sometimes happens to wizards and other objectionable people down in that country.
Why, I remember one day seeing a poor woman sitting outside her door, and crying while she dipped snuff.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"They's took my old man an' rided him on a rail," she said.