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being killed, or children from being starved—some of 
them may even speak at such meetings—and in those 
hats, those very hats ; in those hats, too, they go to 
church, they kneel down in them, and they pray— 
yes, pray. 
Oh, it is wonderful—wonderful !_ In Africa, where 
the people believe in witchcraft, one man will throw 
a spell upon another man that he hates, so that wher- 
ever that man goes and whatever he does, he always 
sees his face, his enemy’s face. ‘There it is, always 
before him, and, at last, he gets so tired of seeing it 
that he dies, or even kills himself. Of course, he 
does not really see the face, and his enemy does not 
really cast a spell upon him, because there is no such 
‘thing as witchcraft, rea/ly ; it is all superstition, as I 
think you know. But as the one man /¢hinks he sees 
the face, and the other man ¢hinks he is casting a 
spell upon him, and making him see it, it comes to 
very nearly—if not quite—the same thing as if it 
were real, especially as the one man does really die. 
Ah, if those hats could cast a spell (not quite the 
same one as that, but something like it), if, wherever 
the women who wore them went—whether it was to 
concerts where they heard beautiful music, or to 
meetings where good things were talked about, or 
to church where they kneeled down and prayed— 
they always saw a picture of a nest, with young birds 
