The Divvil and Hercules Smith (1200)
There once was a fellerlived right in this here parish!name of Hercules Smith. He got that name afore he was ten years old, on account of all the wrasslin he did. You never saw such a wrassler in all your life. Hed sneak out at night to wrassle bears, and when his pappy caught him, why hed wrassle him too.
Now, one day, when Hercules Smith was near growed up, his pappy up and keeled over at the plow. Dead afore he hit the ground. His family was mighty sad, but hed had a passel of sons who could take good care of their mama and sisters. Still, old Hercl was mighty worried.
See, the preacher back then, he was a God-fearin, fire-and-brimstone man, what werent afraid to tell you you were a sinner and no mistake. And he reckoned that Hercls pappy hadnt gone to church near enough, and might be he had likkered hisself up and rolled the bones with some of the fellers a few too many times. That was enough sins, he told Hercl, that the Divvil would come to collect his pappy when they buried him.
Well now, that didnt sit right with Hercl. His pappy had given him plenty of hidings right enough, but he reckoned he was a good man, who didnt deserve to burn forever and ever. Hercl wasnt about to let the Divvil take his pappy. So he promised hisself hed sit out and wait for the Divvil, and see what he would see.
Twas a dark, cold night that evenin, the sort of night where mamas put the young uns to bed early and sing them to sleep, and pappies cock an ear to the door while they drink their whiskey, and keep their rifles close at hand. That was the sort of night that Hercules Smith found hisself right out in the middle of, the day his pappy was buried.
He sat there alone in the graveyard in the cold and dark, waiting, to see what he would see.
Soon enough, the night got darker, and the hours got later, and the clock began to toll the twelfth hour. And sure enough, right on the stroke of midnight, there came the Divvil himself, slouching into the graveyard. He wore a suit and fine hat, and had red-glowing eyes, and his footprints smoked in the dirt.
Hercules Smith, if I dont mistake myself, said the Divvil, and Hercl nodded politely like he were raised.
Yes sir, Im him. Or hes me, he said.
Well boy, just what do you aim to accomplish standing here in this graveyard on a cold, lonely night?
Well sir, said Hercl. I dont aim to let you take my pappy.
When he heard that, the Divvil laughed and laughed, and gouts of steam puffed out his nose. Just how do you mean to stop me, boy?
Well Hercl, he had thunk about that all the while he was sitting there in the cold and the dark. And he reckoned the Divvil could never resist a challenge. Lets have a wrasslin match, says he. If I win, youll leave my pappys soul.
And if you lose, said the Divvil with a grin, I take his soul, and yours to boot!
Hercl knowed the Divvil was a tricky feller, but he also reckoned the Divvil had never seen a wrassler like him. They spat on their palms and they shook hands, and then they took two steps back and stared at each other.
Hercl, he was a champion bear wrassler, and he run right at the Divvil like he was a bear. He grabbed the Divvil by the shoulders and made to throw him, but the Divvil just stood there and made hisself too heavy to move.
Then the Divvil took Hercl by the arms and flung him off, so that he rolled along the ground a ways and hard into a tree. You or me, we wouldve given up right then and there. But not Hercl. No, he got right back up and run at the Divvil again, aiming to bowl him over and sit on him till he done cried uncle.
But the Divvil, he saw this coming too, and he made hisself too heavy to move again, and Hercl found hisself sitting on the ground without much recollection of how he got there.
Then the Divvil spoke up. Hercules Smith, it is not too late for you to give up.
And at that very moment the shadowy graveyard up and disappeared, and Hercl could see nought but a darkness full of flickering flames. He saw candles of all size and sort, some nigh as big as a man and burning bright, some tiny and guttering near to going out.
Thats your life, Hercules Smith, said the Divvil, and he pointed at one of the candles. It was powerful big, but the flame was weak, near snuffed out.
If you give up now, said the Divvil, Ill still take your soul. But you can live out your natural days. Ill let that there candle burn all the way down.
No sir, said Hercl, with such a fierceness that the Divvil blinked. And the flames disappeared, and the graveyard come back.
And in that moment when Hercl couldnt rightly make him out, the Divvil moved like a snake and flung him up against a headstone.
Hercl knew that he was near done for, but he thought of his pappys soul, and he thought of that powerful big candle. And didnt he just push hisself up one more time.
Well, the Divvil come on, thinking Hercl was near beaten. But as he come near, Hercl leaped clear over the top of him, and grabbed him around the throat from behind. He got both arms around him and durned if he didnt put the Divvil in the finest and mightiest headlock you ever did see.
The Divvil knew he was nabbed, and he clawed and grabbed at Hercl but he couldnt get a hold of him. There was a howling and cackling and all sorts of racket outside the graveyard, and the Divvil made all the threats and promises you could think of. Piles of money! The governorship! The most beautiful woman in the land!
But Hercl hung right on, and didnt listen to all them threats, and denied all them empty promises. He hung on for an hour, then two hours, and right soon enough, the cock crowed and the sun come up. With a hideous howling shriek, the Divvil vanished, and there was only a smell of brimstone and a pair of smoking footprints left behind.
Hercl, he rubbed his hands together, and he smiled at his old pappys grave, and he strolled on back to his mama and his brothers and sisters, whistlin. And it werent so many years later afore Hercl got all them things the Divvil had promised him, all on his own. But thats a whole other story.
And even today, you can go over to the graveyard and see them two footprints all bare of grass, and remember the night when Hercules Smith wrassled with the Divvil and won.
There once was a fellerlived right in this here parish!name of Hercules Smith. He got that name afore he was ten years old, on account of all the wrasslin he did. You never saw such a wrassler in all your life. Hed sneak out at night to wrassle bears, and when his pappy caught him, why hed wrassle him too.
Now, one day, when Hercules Smith was near growed up, his pappy up and keeled over at the plow. Dead afore he hit the ground. His family was mighty sad, but hed had a passel of sons who could take good care of their mama and sisters. Still, old Hercl was mighty worried.
See, the preacher back then, he was a God-fearin, fire-and-brimstone man, what werent afraid to tell you you were a sinner and no mistake. And he reckoned that Hercls pappy hadnt gone to church near enough, and might be he had likkered hisself up and rolled the bones with some of the fellers a few too many times. That was enough sins, he told Hercl, that the Divvil would come to collect his pappy when they buried him.
Well now, that didnt sit right with Hercl. His pappy had given him plenty of hidings right enough, but he reckoned he was a good man, who didnt deserve to burn forever and ever. Hercl wasnt about to let the Divvil take his pappy. So he promised hisself hed sit out and wait for the Divvil, and see what he would see.
Twas a dark, cold night that evenin, the sort of night where mamas put the young uns to bed early and sing them to sleep, and pappies cock an ear to the door while they drink their whiskey, and keep their rifles close at hand. That was the sort of night that Hercules Smith found hisself right out in the middle of, the day his pappy was buried.
He sat there alone in the graveyard in the cold and dark, waiting, to see what he would see.
Soon enough, the night got darker, and the hours got later, and the clock began to toll the twelfth hour. And sure enough, right on the stroke of midnight, there came the Divvil himself, slouching into the graveyard. He wore a suit and fine hat, and had red-glowing eyes, and his footprints smoked in the dirt.
Hercules Smith, if I dont mistake myself, said the Divvil, and Hercl nodded politely like he were raised.
Yes sir, Im him. Or hes me, he said.
Well boy, just what do you aim to accomplish standing here in this graveyard on a cold, lonely night?
Well sir, said Hercl. I dont aim to let you take my pappy.
When he heard that, the Divvil laughed and laughed, and gouts of steam puffed out his nose. Just how do you mean to stop me, boy?
Well Hercl, he had thunk about that all the while he was sitting there in the cold and the dark. And he reckoned the Divvil could never resist a challenge. Lets have a wrasslin match, says he. If I win, youll leave my pappys soul.
And if you lose, said the Divvil with a grin, I take his soul, and yours to boot!
Hercl knowed the Divvil was a tricky feller, but he also reckoned the Divvil had never seen a wrassler like him. They spat on their palms and they shook hands, and then they took two steps back and stared at each other.
Hercl, he was a champion bear wrassler, and he run right at the Divvil like he was a bear. He grabbed the Divvil by the shoulders and made to throw him, but the Divvil just stood there and made hisself too heavy to move.
Then the Divvil took Hercl by the arms and flung him off, so that he rolled along the ground a ways and hard into a tree. You or me, we wouldve given up right then and there. But not Hercl. No, he got right back up and run at the Divvil again, aiming to bowl him over and sit on him till he done cried uncle.
But the Divvil, he saw this coming too, and he made hisself too heavy to move again, and Hercl found hisself sitting on the ground without much recollection of how he got there.
Then the Divvil spoke up. Hercules Smith, it is not too late for you to give up.
And at that very moment the shadowy graveyard up and disappeared, and Hercl could see nought but a darkness full of flickering flames. He saw candles of all size and sort, some nigh as big as a man and burning bright, some tiny and guttering near to going out.
Thats your life, Hercules Smith, said the Divvil, and he pointed at one of the candles. It was powerful big, but the flame was weak, near snuffed out.
If you give up now, said the Divvil, Ill still take your soul. But you can live out your natural days. Ill let that there candle burn all the way down.
No sir, said Hercl, with such a fierceness that the Divvil blinked. And the flames disappeared, and the graveyard come back.
And in that moment when Hercl couldnt rightly make him out, the Divvil moved like a snake and flung him up against a headstone.
Hercl knew that he was near done for, but he thought of his pappys soul, and he thought of that powerful big candle. And didnt he just push hisself up one more time.
Well, the Divvil come on, thinking Hercl was near beaten. But as he come near, Hercl leaped clear over the top of him, and grabbed him around the throat from behind. He got both arms around him and durned if he didnt put the Divvil in the finest and mightiest headlock you ever did see.
The Divvil knew he was nabbed, and he clawed and grabbed at Hercl but he couldnt get a hold of him. There was a howling and cackling and all sorts of racket outside the graveyard, and the Divvil made all the threats and promises you could think of. Piles of money! The governorship! The most beautiful woman in the land!
But Hercl hung right on, and didnt listen to all them threats, and denied all them empty promises. He hung on for an hour, then two hours, and right soon enough, the cock crowed and the sun come up. With a hideous howling shriek, the Divvil vanished, and there was only a smell of brimstone and a pair of smoking footprints left behind.
Hercl, he rubbed his hands together, and he smiled at his old pappys grave, and he strolled on back to his mama and his brothers and sisters, whistlin. And it werent so many years later afore Hercl got all them things the Divvil had promised him, all on his own. But thats a whole other story.
And even today, you can go over to the graveyard and see them two footprints all bare of grass, and remember the night when Hercules Smith wrassled with the Divvil and won.