A romance of the Mississippi Delta, involving the most vital expression of the Southerner's view of the race problem that has yet appeared in fiction. The author describes the "black volcano" over which white Southerners live, in an intensely realistic manner. His knowledge of the white man's burden, his keen descriptions of Northern mis-apprehension, equal his tremendous power as a story-teller and his elemental sense of humor.
oduction, the multifold--all this was written under that sky which now swept, deep and blue, flecked here and there with soft and fleecy clouds, over these fruitful acres hewn from the primeval forest.
The forest, the deep, vast forest of oak and ash and gum and ghostly sycamore; the forest, tangled with a thousand binding vines and briers, wattled and laced with rank blue cane--sure proof of a soil exhaustlessly rich--this ancient forest still stood, mysterious and forbidding, all about the edges of the great plantation. Here and there a tall white stump, fire-blackened at its foot, stood, even in fields long cultivated, showing how laborious and slow had been the whittling away of this jungle, which even now continually encroached and claimed its own. The rim of the woods, marked white by the deadened trees where the axes of the laborers were reclaiming yet other acres as the years rolled by, now showed in the morning sun distinctly, making a frame for the rich and restful picture of the Big House and it