the Mist,
But the broom is at her mast-head as a sign
that she’s for sale.
Yet no one wants to try her,
She cannot find a buyer—
The Hoodoo is upon her, an’ I’ve given you the
tale.
(The story has a Warnin’ that’s as plain as
plain can be,
An’ ’tis: Never go to triflin’ with the secrets