Original Illustrated Version By Mark Twain

Home Main Menu Order Support About Search

Share page  

Previous Contents Next

"Well that sounds like a good way; but that ain't the way Bob Tanner done."
"No, sir, you can bet he didn't, becuz he's the wartiest boy in this town; and he wouldn't have a wart on him if he'd knowed how to work spunk-water. I've took off thousands of warts off of my hands that way Huck. I play with frogs so much that I've always got considerable many waris. Sometimes I take 'em off with a bean."
"Yes, bean's good. I've done that."
" Have you ? What's your way ? "
"You take and split the bean, and cut the wart so as to get some blood, and then you put the blood on one piece of the bean and take and dig a hole and bury it 'bout midnight at the cross-roads in the dark of the moon, and then you burn up the rest of the bean. You see that piece that's got the blood on it will keep drawing and drawing, trying to fetch the other piece to it, and so that helps the blood to draw the wart, and pretty soon off she comes."
"Yes that's it Huck—that's it; though when you're burying it if you say 'Down bean; off wart; come no more to bother me! ' it's better. That's the way Jo Harper does, and he's been nearly to Coonville and most everywheres. But say —how do you cure 'em with dead cats? "
" Why you take your cat and go and get in the graveyard 'long about midnight when somebody that was wicked has been buried; and when it's midnight a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but you can't see 'em, you can only hear some­thing like the wind, or maybe hear 'em talk; and when they're taking that feller away, you heave your cat after 'em and say 'Devil follow corpse, cat follow devil, warts follow cat, I'm done with ye! ' That'll fetch any wart."
" Sounds right. D'you ever try it, Huck? "
"No, but old mother Hopkins told me."
"Well I reckon it's so, then. Becuz they say she's a witch."
" Say ! Why Tom I know she is. She witched pap. Pap says so his own self. He come along one day, and he see she was a witching him, so he took up a rock, and if she hadn't dodged, he'd a got her. Well that very night he rolled offn a shed wher' he was a layin drunk, and broke his arm."
" Why that's awful. How did he know she was a witching him."