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 "Ah hates to tell dis here story cause it all sceers me up inside again. Ah sometimes dreams about it and then Ah hollers like Ah see a ghost.

"Ah suah did see a ghost dat time, an' it was the ghost of old Rastus suah nuff.

"You see Ah had gone out into the stockyard to drive the ole debble in. We did not know he was so ugly then. But de good Lord done put it into my woolly hade to take a pitchfork. Dat wuz what save my life. Ah wasn't thinking much about anything in particular when dat ole Satan he jes r'ar up on his him lages and come for dis here niggar.

"He make his foe lages go like he tink he was a windmill, and his teeth they snap an crack like he was a bear trap. He walk on his hin' lages jes like he allus walk dat way, an all the time he paw de air an snap his teeth fit to snap a man's arm off if he done get out his way.

"Ah jab with de pitchfork an yell, but it make no difference. He keep right on comin. So Ah back an Ah back an Ah jab