everybody knew the poor little thing was ‘behexed’ (bewitched), and the mother, worried nearly to death through anxiety and loss of sleep while attending the little sufferer, would not be satisfied until they sent for a witch doctor (the identical doctor still Lives in this city). EASY ENOUGH WHEN YOU KNOW HOW.     “He came in answer to their call, but previous to his arrival had sent them a note, warning them not to speak a word to him. He wrote several words in the Ethiopian language on a piece of paper, placed it in a certain place in the Bible, and after putting the book under the child’s pillow, informed the mother that if they would refuse the ‘hex’ across the way everything she asked for her baby would get well. The same day the old ‘hex’ sent over for some trifles—I think it was for a smoothing iron or a pinch of tea—but the mother refused to let her have them, and from that moment the child commenced to get better.     “The third night after the witch doctor had been there a big black cat came to the bedroom window and scratched to get in. The child’s father, knowing that the old ‘hex’ had sent the cat, picked up his boot, and, hurling it through the window, sash and all, struck the thing and knocked it to the ground. The fact is, when the boot struck the cat it struck the witch herself, for she had turned herself into a cat in order to got into the room at that child. The next morning the ‘hex’ came limping around and said she had fallen down stairs during the night, but she never bothered my friend’s child any more, and everybody knew well enough

that the words the doctor had put in the Bible were too strong for the devil in the ‘hex.’ This, my dear sir, is a fact, and the child who was bewitched is now a man and has children of his own, and works on the Philadelphia and Reading railroad.”     Your correspondent felt a very perceptible chill course its way up along his backbone after listening to this recital, and the old gentle man noticing that something was wrong continued:     “You probably don’t believe in witches, but I know there are witches in this city to-day who can do just as they please with you or me. Why, they sign a contract with the devil, with a pen dipped in their own blood, and he gives them the power. I knew a man living in the neighborhood of Boyertown, in this county, who was bewitched by a man living on Tenth street, in this city, ten miles away from him. What do you think of that? The witch would come to his house in the dead hour of the night, sometimes on a horse and at other times in a big stone wagon, and no one could see him but the man he was torturing. The man’s daughter could see the window fly up when the witch came into the room, and could see and hear the window fall when he went out, but could not see the witch himself. He would sit on the poor man’s breast and hammer and pinch him dreadfully, and would keep it up nearly every night until he had him so sore that he could scarcely move around at all.