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doors somewhere so’t the wind’d blow the chaff away. There warn’t a mite of wind stirrin’ that mornin’; and so the doctor, he and my father, sot there in the kitchen a-talkin,’ and guessin’ they’d have to let it go till next day. While they was a-doin’ o’ this in comes the doctor’s wife, and says the wind was beginnin’ to blow up a little. And sure enough! when they come to go out the wind was blowin’ considerable, and my father went right to cleanin’ up the rye. There might not be nothin’ in it, but my father always thought that woman was a witch. ’Twarn’t nateral the wind should come up sudden that way, without no help. That woman she wanted the flour, and so she just went out and made the wind blow up the way it did.
the cat which lost a claw
There was a man by the name of Jones had a sawmill. He was so driven with work that he frequently was obliged to run the saw evenings. One night he was going down to the mill to work; and his wife said she didn’t want him to, but he went just the same. He got the saw running, and a log rolled on, when along came a black cat he’d never seen before.
