"Obeah Man say Kwassi not belong you," said Lesutha. "He say if I want, I take! He show me how. Kwassi be mine! Me do..."
Lesutha turned to take the spirits-bag from her pocket so she could offer the incantation and throw the magic dust at Jessamine. But Jessamine was too quick. Before Lesutha could get one word out, Jessamine took the large rock she had secretly brought along and quickly struck her adversary a deadly, bone-crushing blow on the back of her head.
"Kwassi be mine now fo sho!" said Jessamine to herself as she hurried back to her leaf-covered home.
While Lesutha lay bleeding and dying from the fatal attack, she opened the spirits bag, feebly shaking out the dust as in these final moments she uttered her last words. "You be cursed! All yo' childruns be cursed forever." The island breeze swallowed her final gasp of life as the raucous "caw-caw" of a raven echoed above her motionless form.
Early the next day Kwassi and Jessamine were included in one of the last consignments of slaves to be shipped from these islands bound for the South Carolina coast in that year of 1860.
