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I lacks you so well dat I 'm gwine ter he ' p you git rid er dis yer witch fer good en all ; fer des ez long ez she libs , you is sho ' ter hab trouble , en trouble , en mo ' trouble . ' '' ` You is de bes ' frien ' I got , Unk ' Jube , ' sez Dan , ` en I 'll ` member yo ' kin ` ness ter my dyin ' day . Tell me how I kin git rid er dis yer ole witch w ` at 's be 'n ridin ' me so ha 'd . ' '' ` In de fus ' place , ' sez de cunjuh man , ` dis ole witch nebber comes in her own shape , but eve ' y night , at ten o'clock , she tu ` ns herse ' f inter a black cat , en runs down ter yo ' cabin en bridles you , en mounts you , en dribes you out th ` oo de chimbly , en rides you ober de roughes ' places she kin fin ' . All you got ter do is ter set fer her in de bushes ` side er yo ' cabin , en hit her in de head wid a rock er a lighterd-knot w ` en she goes pas ' . ' '' ` But , ' sez Dan , ` how kin I see her in de da ` k ? En s ` posen I hits at her en misses her ?