OF THE COLORED PEOPLE
by Henry Clay Bruce
This is an extract from "The New Man: Twenty-Nine Years a Slave, Twenty-Nine Years a Free Man"
by Henry Clay Bruce. A few fragments from the Introduction and Chapter I
will serve to set the scene of Bruce's youth
and early life as a slave, then
Chapter V, dealing with conjure, is archived and annotated in full.
The entirety of the book is available elsewhere online without annotations, as noted below.
Henry Clay Bruce was born in Virginia in 1836 and raised from early youth in Missouri. After
"twenty-nine years a slave, twenty-nine years a free man," he was 58 years old when he
wrote this memoir and 59 when the book was published in 1895. He died in 1902.
This photograph, the frontispiece to "The New Man,"
depicts Bruce in his self-satisfied and well-dressed middle age, wearing what
appears to be a diamond-studded stick-pin in the shape of a dollar sign.
One of Bruce's major reasons for writing "The New Man"
was to argue that ignorance, superstition, and laziness could be found in equal
measure among both whites and blacks, and that what he called the "high-toned Negro," the "superior
blooded class of blacks" and the "ambitious freemen" of the South
had more in common with their white former masters than they did with either "lazy and mean negroes"
or "the 'poor white' class."
Taking Uncle Tomism to an extreme rarely found in
African American writing, Bruce extolled the honor and bravery of the
"faithful" slaves who defended the Confederacy against the Union:
"If there had been no superior blooded class of blacks in the South,
during the dark and uncertain days of the war
there would not have been the history of that band of noble
selfsacrificing heroes, who guarded with untiring and unquestioned faith,
the homes and honor of the families of the very men who were fighting to
tighten their chains. No brighter pages of history will
ever be written, than those which record the services of the
slaves, who were left in charge of their masters' homes.
These men will be found in every case to have been those, who as
slaves would not be whipped, nor suffer punishment;
who would protect the honor of their own women at any cost; but who
would work with honesty and fidelity at any task imposed upon them."
Such ideas are not popular now -- nor were they then, except among whites
Sallie M. Park, who cast a nostalgic eye back upon the days
when they happily kept human beings as chattel.
But lest anyone think that Bruce came by his "fidelity" to his white former masters because
he had been well treated by them, it is quite apparent that such was not the case. As he
relates in Chapter I, while he was a motherless boy only 10 years old, he was hired out by his owner
to work for "Judge Applegate, who conducted a tobacco factory at Keytesville, Missouri":
"[...] at Judge Applegate's I was kept busy every minute from
sunrise to sunset, without being allowed to speak a word to
anyone. I was too young then to be kept in such close
confinement. It was so prison-like to be compelled to sit
during the entire year under a large bench or table filled
with tobacco, and tie lugs all day long except during the
thirty minutes allowed for breakfast and the same time
allowed for dinner. I often fell asleep. I could not keep
awake even by putting tobacco in my eyes. I was punished by
the overseer, a Mr. Blankenship, every time he caught me
After recounting such cruelty, Bruce's put-downs of
"ignorant negroes" come across sounding less like the
rantings of a race-traitor and more like the pathetic
assimilationist fantasies of a shell-shocked abuse survivor,
but no matter how his childhood maltreatment might excuse
the man, his racial judgementalism does not hold
up well against the tough political
standards of the late 20th and early 21st centuries.
Not surprisingly, his lengthy account of hoodoo is equally sour.
To him it is all bunkum, fraud, and deceit -- even when it
happens to work. But, to be fair, he does not spare any
culture's religious or magical beliefs from savage
criticism -- as he explains at the close of Chapter V, the
Spirit Dances of the Indians and the witchcraft of the
Europeans are just as ridiculous to him as the conjuration
practices of his own people.
So why have i included Henry Clay Bruce's anti-conjure writings here? For two reasons:
First, Bruce's political
obstreperousness and his virulently anti-magical oratory do not diminish his value as a witness.
His reports about conjure doctoring during the era of 19th century slavery are clear, well expressed, and
terminologically accurate, even when he is describing events at second hand. In particular,
his accounts of a curing ceremony for the removal of "live things" and his description of the burial of a
jack under a doorstep are important, given the relatively early era of their publication.
Second, Bruce's voice is
a clear reminder, for those who may need one, that, just as there have always been smug skeptics, arrogant atheists, and
snooty social Darwinists
in the white community, so have there been in the black community. Black America does not
present us with a uniform good-old-days 19th century "conjure culture" of smiling Uncle Remuses recounting folktales while
exotic Hoodoo Gypsy Queens prepare Love Potion Number Nine in the back room. Far from it.
For ease of reading and to facilitate annotation,
i have broken some lengthy paragraphs into shorter sections. Because the author
used terms unfamiliar to modern readers and employed spellings not commonly
found in the literature of hoodoo, a few explanatory notes have been added
[Pages 52 - 59]
It is encouraging to note the advancement made upon the
stronghold of ignorance, superstition and voodooism by the
Colored people, since their emancipation from the bonds of
slavery, and especially is this so to those who remember the
time when a large majority; of them believed strongly in all
kinds of superstition voodooism, gophering, tricking and
[Gophering is usually spelled
goofering these days, and most people pronounce it that way,
but a significant number of folks still say gophering, with a long "o,"
especially when referring to
"gopher dust" or "goofer dust." Notice that
the words hoodoo and rootwork do not occur in Bruce's account and that in keeping
with his assimilationist tendencies, he has adopted the white term
"voodooism," as did his near-contemporary fellow assimilationist
Paschal Beverly Randolph.]
I readily recall many instances wherein they were fleeced
out of their little valuables or money by professional
humbugs, known as conjurors, who succeeded in duping their
fellow-slaves so successfully, and to such an extent, that
they believed and feared them almost beyond their masters. I
have known of cases where these conjurors held whole
neighborhoods, as it were in such mortal fear, that they
could do unto the Colored people anything they desired,
without the least fear of them telling their masters. These
conjurors made all kinds of boasts and threats, as to what
they could and would do to anyone who dared to interfere
with them or even dispute their word, or question their
ability to carry out what they claimed to be able to do.
These conjurors claimed to be able to do almost anything in
the line of impossibilities, even to taking lift by the
winking of their eye, to make a master be kind to a slave,
to prevent him from selling one, even if he desired to do
so, to make a girl love a man, whether she desired him or
not, to make a man love and even marry a woman if she
For a stipulated sum paid them, they would give what was
called "a hand or a jack," which they claimed would enable
the horde to accomplish what he desired, and at the same
time protect him from all harm, provided always, that the
holder had faith and followed instructions.
These conjurors claimed to be able to bury a hand or a jack
under the master's door step, which would prevent him from
whipping a particular slave while it was there. Of course,
if that particular slave got whipped, and so reported to the
old conjuror, he would promptly claim one of three things,
either that someone had removed the jack, or that the fellow
had failed to carry out instructions, or had no faith in the
jack, and therefore was deserving of punishment.
These conjurors claimed to be able to put pain, or even
permanent disability upon any one they desired, and could
remove the trick put on by another conjuror, could cause
live scorpions to appear under the skin of persons, and
could take out those put there by other conjurors. They
claimed that nearly every pain or ache was the result of
conjuration, and the one sent for could take it off.
to what extent these people believed in voodooism, and could
be fleeced, I will relate a story told me by Ike Cabel, of
Brunswick, Mo. He said he was out with a surveying party
about the year I852, and camped near a large plantation in
Louisiana. He gave it out among the slaves that he was a
conjuror, and soon thereafter his camp was besieged every
night by slaves with all kinds of aches and pains, which he
cured with red clay, oak leaves and salt boiled, and
collected fifty cents from each.
[This is a typical
"three ingredient bath," comprised of two minerals and one herb.
In the 1960s in Oakland, California, i was given a similar recipe
for making a boiled tea in which to bathe clients who had physical pains,
using oak bark instead of the leaves and red brick dust instead
of red clay; the salt remained the same.]
A man came one night
claiming that he had a scorpion in his leg, and that he felt
it running up and down the leg. He told the man to come the
next night, which he did. The next day he wanted a live
scorpion, and being afraid of it himself, he got two young
white men of the party to catch one for him, promising them
one-half he was to receive for the job, and of course, let
them into the secret. They captured a scorpion, wrapped it
up carefully in brown paper, so that it could not escape or
bite, and delivered it to Ike.
After rubbing the man's leg for a while with his other trick
medicine with one hand, carefully holding his little animal
in the other, and when ready for the final act, he looked
heavenward, and in a loud voice commanded the scorpion to
come out of the man's leg. Then in a few seconds he informed
his dupe that the animal had come, and at the same time, and
by a quick motion, freed the scorpion and brushed it from
the leg to the floor, when the freed scorpion attempted to
escape, and was killed and carried away by the patient after
paying the three dollars.
Now it would have been a hard job to convince that poor,
innocent, unsuspecting man, that he did not have a live
scorpion taken from his leg. His imagination was cured, and
he was satisfied, and spread the news far and wide of his
[This is a classic account of a curing
ceremony for the condition called "live things in you." The live things may
be snakes, frogs, scorpions, or any kind of vermin, Pins and needles
are also said to migrate through the legs, as described in
the account of
Tom Frierson, as related by Sallie M. Park.]
It is claimed that the way scorpions and other little
poisonous animals or insects are gotten into the body is
through whiskey. That the little scorpion is killed and laid
out to dry, and when thoroughly dried is beaten into dust,
and the dust put into a bottle of whiskey, and in a short
time after being drank will reproduce itself, whatever it
is, under the skin of the drinker. At any rate, I remember
that conjurors were never asked for a drink of whiskey, and
people were always afraid to take a drink from some men's
bottle until the owner had drank first, "to take the poison
[The introduction of
"live things" through poisoned food or drink
is a common motif in tales of conjure both old and new.]
These conjurors practiced with different kinds of roots,
seeds, barks, insects, and other strange ingredients, but
polk root and green planten were among their principal
remedies to take off a trick or a pain.
[Bruce is no doubt
referring to Poke Root and Plantain (the low growing
field herb Plantain, not the banana-relative of the same name). Poke, being a
native American plant, was introduced into hoodoo by
Native herbalists, who used it to relieve rheumatic and arthritic pains.
Plantain is a European plant that has
naturalized all over America and is
made use of in Pennsylvania Dutch (German) folk magic and curing
rites associated with
John George Hohman's
book "Pow Wows or the Long Lost Friend."]
Of course they had
some queer ways of mixing things to make it appear
mysterious A poultice made of polk root is said to be a good
remedy for rheumatism, and these conjurors probably knew
that, and put in the poultice a few harmless things to make
it appear strange, and if the rheumatic pain was removed,
they would claim that they had taken off a trick put there
by some conjuror.
Of course different conjurors have
different jacks and different "hands," but the two I saw
were composed of hog-bristles, old horse shoe nails, a
little red clay, salt, red pepper, red oak leaves, soaked in
vinegar, then wrapped in a roll about three inches long and
one inch thick, and tied with a yarn string very tightly.
There is a peculiar lingo to accompany the "jack," and it
varies according to requirements.
[For a lengthy
account of the making of such a rod-shaped jack, including
a sample of the "lingo" or "quoting in" speech that is part of its creation,
Mary Alicia Owen's description a "Luck ball.". Also note that
in designating what is now often called a "mojo,"
Bruce utilizes the older terms "hand" and "jack."]
To show how thoroughly these people believed in conjurors,
and to what extent they could be imposed upon by them, I
will relate one more instance, which was told me by an old
lady whose word I cannot doubt, and whom I have known for
these many years, but to honor and cheer. She said that she
belonged to one of two brothers living on adjoining farms in
Amelia County, Va, prior to the year 1830, and that one of
them was a bachelor and the other a widower, and that they
loved each other dearly. That they owned about thirty slaves
each, and that one of them decided to break up and take his
slaves to Alabama, and made all arrangements to do so. When
the day came to start, he gave the order to load the wagons
and hitch up the horses, which was done, and that they
remained standing, as did the slaves, until late in the
afternoon, when the master came to the front door and gave
orders to unload and unhitch the teams, and for the slaves
to go to his brother's field to work. On the next day he
left on horseback in company with another man bound for
She said that many of his slaves did not want to go, and
hearing of a great conjuror living ten miles away, made up a
purse and sent for him. He came the night previous to the
time set for starting to Alabama. My informant says, that he
told them upon his arrival, that they had waited too long in
sending for him, that if they had sent for him earlier he
could have stopped all, but now he could only stop the
slaves from going, and even that would depend on whether the
master walked over a "hand," which he was going to put under
the front door steps.
She says the old conjuror went to the
front door steps of the great house about twelve o'clock
that night, dug a small hole under the ground step, took
from his pocket a little ball, talked to it a while in a
whisper, then kissed it and put it in the hole, and covered
it carefully and came away. That the slaves, she among them,
watched the old master next morning, until they saw him come
down the steps and walk around a while, then go back over
this particular step. That they were then satisfied that the
old master could not take them anywhere, and he did not.
I was never able to convince my dear old lady friend that
all conjurors were humbugs, and this one was among them, and
that it was purely a matter of chance so far as he was
[The burial of a mojo bag, hand, jack, or bottle spell
under the doorstep where the target will walk is among the best known examples of
foot track magic in hoodoo.
Given how well and dramatically quickly this trick worked in the instance
described, it is no wonder that Bruce could not
convince his friend that conjure is bunk.]
I do not want it understood that these conjurors
were believed in by all Colored people, for there were a
large number of intelligent ones, who paid no attention to
conjurors, even defied them, told them that they were
humbugs and liars.
These conjurors were a shrewd set of
fellows, and on that account alone were enabled to fool the
less informed. They were industrious, and hard working, and
faithful servants, and of course received no punishment, and
were keen enough to point to this fact as evidence of the
power of their jack in keeping their master under control,
when, as a matter of fact, it was their faithful service
alone that protected them from the lash.
There have been cases where Colored people took sick from
some cause, and imagined themselves tricked or poisoned by
some one, and the white doctor, unable to do them any good,
gave up the case, and the patients, believing themselves
poisoned and therefore incurable, have died, when they might
have been saved, if the white doctor had only thought for a
moment, and instead of giving up the case, announced himself
a conjuror, and proceeded to doctor his patient's mind.
Superstition in some form has always existed, especially
among illiterate people, regardless of color, and the more
illiterate the greater the amount of superstition, and as a
case of strong evidence of this, I point to the "spirit
dance" by the Indians of the far West, where the excitement
created by it has been so great, that an uprising was only
kept down by the vigilance of the regular army. While
conjuring, tricking and gophering, and the like, were
believed in by the slaves, and spirit dances and other forms
of superstition were practiced by the Indians, the American
white people believed as strongly in another form of
superstition called "witch craft," that they burnt innocent
men and women at the stake.
In order to show that education and intelligence are the
great powers which have been the means of dispelling the
gloom of superstition and voodooism among the Colored people
especially, I will state that the Colored people of
Missouri, particularly those of Chariton, Howard, Carroll
and Randolph counties, were above the ordinary slaves in the
more extreme Southern states in intelligence and education,
and did not believe in voodooism or conjuration nearly as
much as those in old Virginia, and when one was brought to
Missouri who claimed to be able to exercise those miraculous
powers, he was immediately laughed and openly defied by all
excepting a few of the more illiterate. I recall one
instance where a man named Magruder, who owned about forty
slaves, which he brought to Brunswick, Missouri, from
Virginia, and bought land near the town and settled thereon.
Among his slaves was an old, whiteheaded, crippled man,
known as a conjuror. He claimed to be able to do many
mysterious and impossible things, and among those who
belonged to his master he was believed and feared, but the
Colored people in that vicinity laughed at him, defied his
threats, and denounced him as an old humbug, for in truth
such he was, and when those who believed in him saw him
defied and denounced, and his inability to carry out his
threats, they took courage and denounced him too. When he
saw his business assailed and himself defied, with no more
opportunity to gull the people, he gave it out that his
favorite plants and roots did not grow or could not be found
in that country, and that alone was the reason why he could
not practice his profession. The truth of the matter was,
that the Colored people in that state were more intelligent
than those from whence he came, and therefore could not be
This material is reprinted from
The New Man.
Twenty-Nine Years a Slave.
Twenty-Nine Years a Free Man.
Recollections of H[enry] C[lay] Bruce
P. Anstadt and Sons
Specifically, i have copied and annotated Chapter V from the online edition at
The New Man.
Twenty-Nine Years a Slave.
Twenty-Nine Years a Free Man:
Bruce, Henry Clay, 1836-1902
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