Chapter 25 IV

The Sanger Witch

The Sanger Witch dwelt in the bend of the creek,

And neither could read nor write;

But she knew in a day what few knew in a week,

For hers was the second sight.

"Read?" said she, "I am double read;

You fools of the ink and pen

Count never the eggs, but the sticks of the nest,

See the clothes, not the souls o

            
            

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