By J. Martin Diggs
Sarah was a sharp tongued Negress who is supposed to have murdered her husband by putting a spell on him. Lewis, the husband, was a kind and gentle man much liked by the Negroes and the whites.
First it was the horse. It seems that the horse could drink no water. Each time Lewis would take him to the trough he would hurriedly stick his nose in the water, but immediately he’d do so the water would begin to froth and boil so the poor horse could get none. In a few days he (the horse) died.
Lewis remarked to a neighbor, “That was Sarah’s work. She’ll git me next.”
A few days later Lewis became ill. He lingered for quite some time slowly wasting away. One day he felt something hard in his pillow. Taking it out he examined it. There was a bag and inside were needles, nails, a dried frog, and other odds and ends. He threw it into the fire whereupon it went straight out of the chimney. A few days later he died.
Sarah went to church one Sunday and got into a quarrel with some of the Negroes at the meeting which wasn’t at all unusual. Sarah was passing my Aunt’s on the way home and a bad thunderstorm was rising. Turning to look at the clouds and the lightning she said “I hope God sends a thunderbolt and kills every Negro there”. The next morning Sarah was dead. Cause? Unknown.