Posted on 01/14/2010 10:36:21 PM PST by Brian_Baldwin
Shocking revelations into historical folktales of Virginia reveal that a long time ago, Lexington was given over in a Pact with the Devil by a blacksmith just prior to the Civil War.
It is called folktale, but there are many who can vouch for the historical side of Wicked John and the Devil. As for Wicked John whom you have no doubt heard of if you know anything about the Wiley ways of the Red Demon, can say of John “that critter's so mean the buzzards wouldn't claim him”, “Too bad for heaven, too mean for hell”.
One of those who testified to the pact long time ago, said “just a babe, when Old John's clock done run out of time”, but the facts are the facts.
“… he'd drink vinegar water, just to sweetin' hisself”
“…But, that warn't nothin' til he started drinkin' the devil's brew...til he started drinkin... rum”
That ole demon rum,
It come like a blister to Lexington,
Come from Haiti on an ole two ton,
From a ship of sail to the a donkey on
it’s way to Lexington,
it come, in a few heev’n jugs
and the demon’s tongue,
those jugs of rum to Lexington!
And right to the mouth of Wicked John!
“…Skeered his wife and kids every mornin' after breakfast”
“…Wicked John, a-hammerin' away on that anvil, blacksmithin' to beat the band. When suddenly there appeared at the back door, a bent-over, old man lookin' 'bout a hundred years plus. Says Wicked John, Well, Old Man, what brings you here? Mays well come on in and set a spell, and rest your weary bones by my fire. And says the stranger, Thanks, Sonny. Don' mind if I do - been on a long journey, and that fire sure do look invitin'.”
“…You're doin' all that travelin', you must be hungry, says John the blacksmither and so nice to strangers he is. Says John, Let me go and get you some vittles off the stove.”
“…That'd be right nice of you , Sonny, says the stranger, You shore do know how to make a stranger feel welcome.”
“…Here you go, says John. Some fat back and collards, a sweet tater, and whole mess of black-eyed peas. And, a glass of sweet milk to wash it down. You just help yourself.”
“…but then the stranger stands up and says, You name is John.”
“…well holler out loud, how’s you know my name? says John.”
“…You offered me a fire, when I was chilled to the bone; a chair, when I was weary; food, when I was hungry. Therefore, I will grant you three wishes...any three wishes your heart desires, says the stranger.”
“…says John, See that ole rocky chair you been sittin' in? Well, I'm sick 'n tired of people comin' in here and ploppin' themselves down without even askin' and rockin' in my chair. Then, when I wants to sit down, I got to skeer 'em out of there. I just wish that anybody sits in that chair'll get good and stuck, an also get themselves a good rockin' to boot a-fore I tell 'em theys can get out.”
“…why SURE! Says the stranger”
“…You see this here hammer? That's my fav-o-rite hammer. And, dad-gummit, neighbors come bargin' in here and take my hammer without sos much as askin', and then they go a-leavin' it someplace that I has to go out and fetch it. I wish anyone sos much as touches this here hammer won' be able to let go, and let them have a good hasslin' with it 'sides, til I tell them that they can let go, says John.”
“…why SURE! Says the stranger. That was your second wish, John. Now, surely you'll think of something good and wise for your soul for your third wish.”
“You see that ole apple tree out yonder? Well, would you believe it...people here in Lexington just come from miles around - fancy dukes and earls to dirty lil street urchins, and they just climb up that tree as big as you please, pick themselves an apple, and chomp it right down. Well, I just wish that anybody climbs up that tree gets good and stuck and won' be able to get out til I says they can get out. And, let that tree tease 'em a bit too, says John.”
“…why that wish is sort’a wishing the whole town of Lexington. Sort of like given the wish to the whole town. That will cost ya! Says the stranger.”
“…you can see, that Wicked John was meaner than a junk yard dog. Chile, It didn't make any difference whether he liked you or not. He didn't dis-criminate! Young or old, pretty or ugly, Fox or Yankee. He was just plain ornery-mean to everybody and every thing.”
“… ok, if it’s what you want John. But, you have to sign right here on this tablet, says the stranger.”
“…right here? Wut is say?”
“…now, now – you got two wishes, you knows I can cook up the grittle. But for this one, you got to sign right here, just put your X on this here tablet.”
“…I never took a lick to this place, even my grannie come from here and even my wife and my chilly ones born here, and all they do is give me gumpshun about my rum, all of them in Lexington they’s got it comin, yes sir! I’ll SIGN!”
“…see that apple tree you was talkin about? It’s the same ol’ tree I was hidin in back a long time ago. This tree will stand for a long time, John, and it’s goin to bring some bad times for all in Lexington. You have signed the pact with the devil, so enjoy your time here on earth, I’ll be waitin for you. Now your nation is going to die. The South may rise again, but never while you live John.”
And so, that was the pact with the devil. It is God’s truth. And the last thing the devil said was,
“…And any preacher who comes born from Lexington, will make a laughing fool of himself as much as your dead drunk on Haitian rum. They’s be so smart to themselves think they can be PRESIDENT of the Union! The entire world will laugh at the fool! It’s written right here, on the tablet, look! This is the pact with the devil for the next 200 years!”
“…The Union? What’s that? …. and then says John, what do I care? Some preacher men and their folk. Huh! Pass me the bottle of rum! All them preachers is no more use than a moon pie! Let the world laugh! I got my wishes, and I’m glad for it.”
And so, that was the pact with the devil. Whoever comes born from Lexington with a Bible in hand, they’s be sure to become the laughing stock of the world, so be it for the next 200 years. So I hope you all have learned your lesson. Never make a pact with the devil. One little pact will cast the fate of thousands of souls, even those who didn’t partake of the pact in no personal ways. All it takes is a few folks nippin the ole demon rum, and look what happens to the word of God.
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Lexington was given over in a Pact with the Devil by a blacksmith just prior to the Civil War.Just adding to the catalog, not sending a general distribution. |
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