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In the v-’hite folkn* cemetery is a tarcbatoraa dated 16^6—1873, with thia unusual Inscriptions
"'.enaober s>e as you pa* a by,
Ka you are now, so once was I, as I ma no*, so you miet, be.
Prepare for .eath and follow no™*
Asong the n 'par^titioua, people believed In warring aaafetidn baga around the neck to keep diseases way* One-half teaspoon of quinine was teken in a cup of black coffee, and that wns a b tter do a© to swallow for reduoinr; fever. Orange loaf tea with opiritfl of niter waa also taken to cool fever.
old roc binders, a /’ortsor 3Iavo froa Baltiaore, liked to tell about hia beautiful naearonl treeo that i^rew along the Totoicac River* Ik> claimed 10 have an ^eccloaiaatlcal brain’1# lie also a aid be could "cast ape 11 a at«i conjure folks"* »hite boys loved to lioten to hia talk. :ie rsado the prediction that a tima would cone -./hen folks talking in Balt.uore could be heard, and oven seen, in ^ogtovrn* finis, unknowingly, he was prodicting radio and television.
Ltasle Uill Monday wao a colorful character, too. Ilia ok in was black) 00 ho waa colorful in taore ways than one, but when tiacle 3111 be an to tell soosthing, both white folks end colored ones llate.ied.
"ve and Lou waa settin1 on our beck porch this rammin', watching then ole greedy chickens eat. ^ou took a han’ful of corn arui threw it out there, and that ole rooster wouldn’t lot thera other ohiokena got a bite*.
"Look at	'wt'*,	oald ^ou* "That ole rooster	is the Reedies'
thing.	He won’t	let	aoae o' thea chicken*	get a t'-ing to
eat**
Hl4M\ I	says,	*1	bet	I can throw something	out there that
every ohicken	on	the	yard will ^et sotae of	it".
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"Oh, go on, *<i&gah,	you	know you can't", says L<xu
"At that, I threw a	hot	potato out and every	ohicken on	the
yard got a bite of	that potato. «ou and se	Jos' sot there
and lau bed. That	ole	rooster grabbed that	hot potato	a.:d
turned it loose real quick, t en another, and another grabbed 'til every chicken on that yard got a piece of that potato”*