The Fetish is any stone picked up in the street—a tree, a chip, a rag.
I wandered about the streets looking for some Fetish willing to take an interest in me.
It is, however, far easier to state what Fetish is not, than to state what it is.
For the rest of the Fetish I remain a mere photographic plate.
The expert in Fetish, the Medicine Man, was the first priest.
As for poor old Anita, I believe she thinks it is our Fetish.
The realization of abstractions was not the embodiment of a word, but the gradual disembodiment of a Fetish.
Carlyle seems to confound him with the common Fetish; but he is quite another thing.
On this occasion, the king of the village and the staff of Fetish men connected with it, take part.
His Fetish was a wooden bowl behind which he squatted at the roadside by way of adoration.