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Storyteller's Cabin |
Written by David Hirt
My story also got in it the old witch woman of Stone Mountain. Not too many people know about her, but she lived here. Down the end of Poplar Springs Road where the old city swimming pool used to be (but it was way back before then), she made salves and poultices to help the sick and weary to get better. Why she could birth a baby or lay out the dead, didn't matter to her.
Well, one day she come into ol' Lon's blacksmith's shop looking to have her big old boilin' put fixed. Seems a leg had broke off.
Now lemme tell you - Lon was no pillar of society. He drank, gambled, and there are some who say they heard him swear on the Sabbath. But he did have a mighty respect of the old witch woman. He knowed she could kilt him dead ift she wanted to.
He fixed that pot in jack time and wouldn't take no pay for it. So the old lady said she would grant him three wishes whenever he wanted, and he knew she was telling the truth.
Right then she started her chant: "This old woman taken nothing for free. I'll grant you wishes, I'll grant you three."
Lon knowed he better make up his mind a-'cause she wouldn't leave 'til he did make his wishes. So he started to think real hard about his first wish.
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