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[[blank page]] [[end page]] [[start page]] [[image - black and white photograph of an African-American man standing outside a plank cabin]] ^[[13]] The Hag -- By Paris Capers St. Helena Island, South Carolina Once I was lyin' down in my house w'en I was a little boy, an' I heard de house crackin', you know--at de back--listenin' an' --uh--de hag come into de house in de entry way an---an' speak. Dis w'at he say to me: Say, "Dat is Paris." Called my name plain. Say, "Dats Paris." An' I listen, an' I listen here. An' de minute when I miss de clock or de crackin' uh de house, de hag jump on top me, an' he everlastin' push me, an' shook me, an' shook me, an' shook me, an' all I could -- an' tighten my feet, tighten my feet, tryin' to git up; an' I couldn't move, an' have my whole body nervous. An' w'en I do, w'en I do stretch out my arm an' wuk [work] my big toe, I heard w'en de house crack an' I leave, an' de hag went out, an' two of em talkin' jus-- jus' as good as two person talkin' togeduh an' walk right out in de entry way an' went out on de outside.