Fearing that murder was being done, they burst open his door, and found that he had tied up his wife hand and foot, and was flogging her horribly.

They cut the poor creature down, and placed her in safety.
A day or two after, the missionary's servant came in at sunrise with a mysterious air.
'You no go out just now, massa.' There was something in the road: but what, he would not tell.

My friend went out, of course, in spite of the faithful fellow's entreaties; and found, as he expected, a bottle containing the usual charms, and round it--sight of horror to all Negroes of the old school--three white cocks' heads--an old remnant, it is said, of a worship 'de quo sileat musa'-- pointing their beaks, one to his door, one to the door of each of his friends.

He picked them up, laughing, and threw them away, to the horror of his servant.
But the Obeah-man was not so easily beaten.

In a few days the servant came in again with a wise visage.
'You no drink a milk to-day, massa.' 'Why not ?' 'Oh, perhaps something bad in it.