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"
Well
,
I
'm
puzzled
.
Is
something
the
matter
?
"
"
Please
take
it
,
"
says
I
,
"
and
do
n't
ask
me
nothing
--
then
I
wo
n't
have
to
tell
no
lies
.
"
He
studied
a
while
,
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
.
So
I
went
to
him
that
night
and
told
him
pap
was
here
again
,
for
I
found
his
tracks
in
the
snow
.
What
I
wanted
to
know
was
,
what
he
was
going
to
do
,
and
was
he
going
to
stay
?
Jim
got
out
his
hair-ball
and
said
something
over
it
,
and
then
he
held
it
up
and
dropped
it
on
the
floor
.
It
fell
pretty
solid
,
and
only
rolled
about
an
inch
.
Jim
tried
it
again
,
and
then
another
time
,
and
it
acted
just
the
same
.
Jim
got
down
on
his
knees
,
and
put
his
ear
against
it
and
listened
.
But
it
war
n't
no
use
;
he
said
it
would
n't
talk
.
He
said
sometimes
it
would
n't
talk
without
money
.
I
told
him
I
had
an
old
slick
counterfeit
quarter
that
war
n't
no
good
because
the
brass
showed
through
the
silver
a
little
,
and
it
would
n't
pass
nohow
,
even
if
the
brass
did
n't
show
,
because
it
was
so
slick
it
felt
greasy
,
and
so
that
would
tell
on
it
every
time
.
(
I
reckoned
I
would
n't
say
nothing
about
the
dollar
I
got
from
the
judge
.
)
I
said
it
was
pretty
bad
money
,
but
maybe
the
hair-ball
would
take
it
,
because
maybe
it
would
n't
know
the
difference
.
Jim
smelt
it
and
bit
it
and
rubbed
it
,
and
said
he
would
manage
so
the
hair-ball
would
think
it
was
good
.
He
said
he
would
split
open
a
raw
Irish
potato
and
stick
the
quarter
in
between
and
keep
it
there
all
night
,
and
next
morning
you
could
n't
see
no
brass
,
and
it
would
n't
feel
greasy
no
more
,
and
so
anybody
in
town
would
take
it
in
a
minute
,
let
alone
a
hair-ball
.
Well
,
I
knowed
a
potato
would
do
that
before
,
but
I
had
forgot
it
.
Jim
put
the
quarter
under
the
hair-ball
,
and
got
down
and
listened
again
.
This
time
he
said
the
hair-ball
was
all
right
.
He
said
it
would
tell
my
whole
fortune
if
I
wanted
it
to
.
I
says
,
go
on
.
So
the
hair-ball
talked
to
Jim
,
and
Jim
told
it
to
me
.
He
says
:
