| General Fiction posted January 28, 2019 |
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Sibby Jane lived on Blue Mountain. A Healer might save her.
The Healer On Blue Mountain
by Christine C Autry
I saw the snake too late, it struck me fast. I fell in the bean patch. I lay there yelling, as my heart raced. My brother Siebert ran to me as fast as he could. I was crying, and screaming in agony. Grabbing my arm he desperately sucked blood and venom as quickly as possible; spitting it harshly on the ground. He helped me the rest of the way up the mountain. I saw the healer's hands on her hips standing in the cabin door. Beginning to puke again. I felt the rush of death trying to take my last breath.
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I saw the snake too late, it struck me fast. I fell in the bean patch. I lay there yelling, as my heart raced. My brother Siebert ran to me as fast as he could. I was crying, and screaming in agony. Grabbing my arm he desperately sucked blood and venom as quickly as possible; spitting it harshly on the ground. He helped me the rest of the way up the mountain. I saw the healer's hands on her hips standing in the cabin door. Beginning to puke again. I felt the rush of death trying to take my last breath.
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My family all still live in the mountains of Kentucky. In this time they used healers. I am not saying you will live from this. My Grandmother was Cherokee and told us about how they would heal snake bites. She was a really wise woman.
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