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There was a notable character, a Mrs. Henagar, who had the reputation of being a witch. Her upper eye-lids were paralyzed and drooped over her eyes, giving her the appearance of being blind. Whenever she read her Bible she was obliged to stoop over it and hold the lids up with her hands. Then her vision was perfect.

Mrs. Preston asked her, "Why, Mrs. Henagar, do people say you are a witch?"

"Law, bless your sweet soul, honey," she replied, "it's because I have got more sense than all of 'em put together."

This bad reputation, however, clung to her, and every rise that had "a spell" upon it, and every child that had convulsions in the neighborhood was supposed to be bewitched by Mrs. Henagar. So fixed was this belief that Charley Talbot, a notable hunter and marksman, once had " a spell " on his gun, and he could not win at shooting matches nor kill a deer in the woods.

He said that Mrs. Henager had a " grudge " against him, and had put the " spell " on his gun. To avenge himself and rid the neighborhood of this supposed meddlesome person, he determined to practice a "spell " upon her. To accomplish this it was necessary to draw an outline of her figure upon a tree and shoot it in the heart with a bullet in which there was a large portion of silver. This he did, but, to his surprise, Mrs. Henager did not "pine away and die," but continued in her usual health. He was, therefore, convinced that it was not Mrs, Henagar that had "spelled " his gun, but some other witch.

Many other stories of witchcraft were circulated and believed, but, perhaps the best authenticated was that of the children of young Mrs. Talbot and her cousin, Mrs. Henagar. They lived together on the north side of the river, about a mile from the King Salt-Works. Their children were little girls, nearly of the same age, and had learned to talk well enough to be understood. On a bright summer day the two mothers barred the door of the house in which the children were left, and went to the river side to do their washing.

Suddenly there was a noise and shrill outcry from the house, and the mothers ran back to it. On entering the door one of the children was found sitting in the “crib,” and the other greatly excited and alarmed running about the floor.

Soon it was discovered that the one on the floor had lost the power of articulation; was, indeed, dumb, and the other, in the cradle, was paralyzed in its lower limbs, but could speak. No intelligent explanation of what had occurred could be given by the only child which could talk, and, as far as she could indicate, the only cause for alarm was that a black cat had come down the chimney with a cap on its head.

Black Cat witchcraft story
This solved the mystery, and was accepted by the families and the neighborhood as a clear case of witchcraft.

Subsequent events confirmed the opinion. On the anniversary of this event the mothers and children went to bed just as they had done for a year; but, lo! when they awoke next morning the paralyzed child sprang up and ran about the floor as actively as her cousin had done the day before, but that cousin sat in bed talking in the advanced language of a year, but could not move her legs.

This periodical interchange of condition continued for two or more years, and until the paralyzed child sickened and died. The dumb one lived to be an old woman.


source: "HISTORICAL SKETCHES AND REMINISCENCES OF AN OCTOGENARIAN.," by Thomas L Preston, BF Johnson Publishing Co, Richmond, VA, 1900


Preston was the son of Gen. Francis Preston & grandson of Gen. William Campbell & Elizabeth Henry Campbell Russell (sister of Patrick Henry. The historical sketches referred to in the title are first hand accounts of Washington County, VA & of the Preston Saltworks at Saltville, which Preston operated before the Civil War. According to the 1850 Federal Census for Smyth County, Preston was worth over $500,000 on paper, making him one of the wealthiest men in America (he was actually heavily in debt at the time.)



5 comments:

I just bought a book on Mahala, the
witch and prophet of Georgia who was actually called to testify in a murder trial. She was missing one eye and kept a large blue marble in the socket. I'm told that her relatives put a fence around her grave so her followers wouldn't dig her up.

8:30 AM  

this is an interesting story. My gr grandmother was rumored to be a witch. They said she could do strange things. When I was at our old family cemetery one Memorial Day, a man who lived nearby came up the hill and started talking to us and he asked us if we knew there was a witch buried in the cemetery. It turned out he was talking about my gr grandmother.

1:35 PM  

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7:17 PM  

I'm fiddling around with the tech here & I've accidentally deleted this post from 'Anonymous,' which I want to respond to. Here's the original post:

Great! yet another anti-female post on Appalachian History.. single older females with no male family were often called Witch.. the poor treatment of women by ignorant oppressive male dominated society in the recent American past is not interesting nor charming.. the plight of women is fully revealed in all the ugly posts you are able to come up or do you just look for them and get a kick out of posting them... just because it is "history" does not mean it was right!

And here's my response:

Dear Anonymous: First of all I find it rude for someone to make this kind of nasty assertion under the cloak of anonymity. Secondly, your comment suggests to me that you have not been reading this blog carefully.

Did you read the post about Mary Weatherly, an Alabama woman who worked tirelessly to bring a public library to Ft Payne? How about the post on Col. Ruby Bradley, the US Army's most highly decorated nurse and a true heroine? Or the quote from Jean Thomas on the amazing crochet skills of her Aunt Emmie and the aunt's ability to organize weddings for local brides?

This blog has plenty of posts by guest authors such as Betty Cloer Wallace or Lynn Salsi, who bring a woman's point of view to the table.

Now it may be that in too many recent posts I've presented an anti-female slant, and to my other readers out there I say, if that's in fact the widespread feeling, it's not intentional in any way. Discussing history is much harder than it appears; I've inevitably got my own blinders, try though I may to be objective.

My goal in this blog is to avoid the extremes of gushy sentimentality as well as the lurid opposite of violent hillbilly stereotypes. It's a tough balancing act. Readers often call me out on things like incorrect dates, or mis-pronounced place names, and that's fine.

But I do take umbrage at what I see as vicious personal attacks such as this one that in my opinion don't stand up fully if you dig into the material I'm presenting carefully.

7:41 AM  

I am a distant relative of Miss Mahala that is spoken of in the first comment. Her sister was my Great Aunt by marriage. I grew up hearing stories about her all of my life. She was in fact a fortune teller and did really predict things that happened. I met her once as a child (but don't remember) and was told she was quite a charater, google the name
Mayhayley Lancaster if your would like to learn more about her.

11:56 AM  

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