Now, most folks have heard of the hoodoo and folk magic practiced in Louisiana, Texas, and other ways out west. But ours is rarely spoken of, if at all remembered. The witchcraft of these hills is a culmination of the practices of different tribes and peoples who settled in these mountains long ago—people who just mixed into the roots and rocks of the hillside and called it home. Now those roots and rocks are becoming a grave. Nestled here in some of the oldest mountains on earth, our people are a mixed breed of the Irish, Scottish, German, and other settlers who came to call these hills home. This mixture includes the folk practices brought up through the slave trade and the practices learned by the neighboring indigenous tribes of the Cherokee, Creek, Shawnee, and Delaware. This craft speaks from the unmarked graves of slaves, old church bells, and broken pottery fragments of the Cherokee strewn about the creek bed. It is a remnant of our deep roots and a testimony of Appalachian life. The hollers of North Carolina, the valleys of Virginia, and the mountains of Tennessee have been witness to a system of witchcraft unique among its sister traditions of the Deep South and cold North as well as its child tradition of the Ozarks. This craft has been passed down through whispers over biscuits in the kitchen, seen in the hands of grandmothers sewing or spinning wool while entranced, and smelled in the chimney smoke carried up the mountainside. It's in the digging by sore hands and the churning o