The charm of Joel Chandler Harris' Georgian sketches has long been recognized as of a peculiarly rare kind. In his hands the art of telling a short story has been developed well-nigh to perfection. Each of his tales has certain qualities that, taken together, stamp it as the work of a master--a just and artistic balancing of parts, a felicitous grouping of incidents, strong character studies, bold in outline and finished with a wealth of suggestive detail; a tinge of humor which ever and anon passes the line and acquires the deep hue of pathos; and, finally, a touch of graceful fancy and tender sentiment. The skill and exquisite literary taste with which Mr Harris weaves these delicate threads into the texture of his tales are known of all men; and in none of his work is he seen to better advantage than in this collection of his more recent stories.
aspect of peakedness. "Well, the Lord he'p the nigger! hain't you been a-seein' her all this blessed time? She's over at old Spite Calderwood's, if she's anywheres, I reckon."
"No'm, dat I ain't, Miss Becky. I ain't seen Lucindy in now gwine on mighty nigh a mont'."
"Well, it hain't a-gwine to hurt you," said Miss Becky, somewhat sharply. "In my day an' time it wuz allers took to be a bad sign when niggers got to honeyin' 'roun' an' gwine on."
"Yessum," said Free Joe, cheerfully assenting to the proposition--"yessum, dat's so, but me an' my ole 'oman, we 'uz raise terge'er, en dey ain't bin many days w'en we 'uz' 'way fum one 'n'er like we is now."
"Maybe she's up an' took up wi' some un else," said Micajah Staley from the corner. "You know what the sayin' is: 'New master, new nigger.'"
"Dat's so, dat's de sayin', but tain't wid my ole 'oman like 'tis wid yuther niggers. Me en her wuz des natally raise up terge'er. Dey's lots likelier niggers dan w'at I is," said Free Joe,