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  • "'THE BALANCE OF 'EM MUST OF GOT LOST'" From An Elephant's Track and Other Stories.


  • "SEEM LIKE I AIN'T NEVER SEE NO RAW DAY LIKE DAT." From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings: The Folk-Lore of the Old Plantation. By Joel Chandler Harris. With Illustrations by Frederick S. Church and James H. Moser.


  • "And thar lay Jess, which had stumped his toe agin somethin', right flat of his face, a-moanin' dreadful!" From Some Adventures of Captain Simon Suggs, Late of the Tallapoosa Volunteers; Together with "Taking the Census," and Other Alabama Sketches. By a Country Editor with a Portrait from Life, and Other Illustrations, by Darley.


  • "BETWEEN THE SUNKEN SUN AND THE NEW MOON." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • BRER RABBIT MEETS HIS MATCH AGAIN. From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings: The Folk-Lore of the Old Plantation. By Joel Chandler Harris. With Illustrations by Frederick S. Church and James H. Moser.


  • "Every deepest copse in moonshine bright, Glimmered from hoary trunk to frost-tipped bud. . . . Scores of gray-skinned brutes--a direful pack Of wolves half-starved that yelled along their track." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "Gladly I hail these solitudes, and breathe The inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "The kingdom's princeliest youth besiege her ear." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "Leagues of golden fields and streams, Fair hills and shadowy vineyards, by great teams Of laboring oxen rifled morn by morn." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "The Moon, a ghost of her sweet self, . . Creeps up the gray, funereal sky, Wearily! how wearily." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "No, no, stanch Widderin! pause not now to drink." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • " 'NONE O' YO' SHOOTIN',' SAID SINCERITY." From Dialect Tales.


  • "Now, serene nature, at luxurious ease, . . . all her opulent life Reveals in tremulous brakes and whispering seas." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "On the fateful streamlet rolled Through unnumbered, nameless changes, Shade and sunshine, gloom and gold." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "'Read yourself—this once,' he pleaded, 'and let me listen.'" See page 435 [Frontispiece Image] From The Deliverance: A Romance of the Virginia Tobacco Fields.


  • "We turn, my love and I, From that strange grave together." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.


  • "The woven lights and shadows, rife with calm, Creep slantwise 'twixt the foliage, bough on bough." From Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.