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E. K. Means
Table of Contents
Foreword
ILLUSTRATIONS
The Late Figger Bush
Hoodoo Eyes
The Art of Enticing Labor
The Cruise of the Mud Hen
Two Sorry Sons of Sorrow
I “ALL DE WORL’ AM SAD AN’ DREARY.”
II. THE LONE WOLF
III. THE SLEEPER WAKES
IV. THE CONQUEST OF KERLERAC
V. TROUBLE’S TWIN
VI. IN THE MASSACRE SWAMP
VII “GON’ER GIT THEM NIGGERS!”
VIII. MOB AND MUSIC
IX. BACK TO THE OLD FOLKS
Monarch of the Manacle
All is Fair
I. THE HORSE RACE
II. SKIPPER’S FORM
III. DEEP LAID PLANS
IV. THE LAME SORREL
V. NIGGER BLACKIE
VI. BY THREE LENGTHS
VII. DOPE
VIII. DISASTER
IX. ONE DOLLAR, ONE CENT, ONE WORM
X. RATTLESNAKE
Hoodoo Face
I. THE STRANGER
II “TOOK IN.”
III. FOURTEEN SWALLOWS
IV. A PIPE OF ’BACKY
V. AMONG THIEVES
VI. THE TICKFALL TIGER STRIKES
VII. GOING HOME
VIII. THE HOODOO GIRL
IX. DINNER GAZE SINGS
X. HOME AGAIN
XI. UP AGAINST IT
XII. HITCH’S MOTHER
XIII. THE HOODOO FACE
XIV. SKEETER STARTS A BLAZE
XV. COUNSEL FOR THE DEFENSE
XVI. WITNESS FOR THE DEFENSE
XVII. SMOKE OF BATTLE
XVIII. THE HOODOO FACE SMILES
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E. K. Means
Is This a Title? It Is Not. It Is the Name of a Writer of Negro Stories, Who Has Made Himself So Completely the Writer of Negro Stories That His Book Needs No Title
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Then fifty years rolled backward like a scroll.
Gaitskill saw a blood-strewn battlefield torn with shot and shell; he saw clouds of smoke, black, acrid, strangling to the throat, rolling over that field as fogs blow in from the sea; he saw a tall, young, black man emerge from such a pall of smoke carrying a sixteen-year-old boy dressed in the bloody uniform of a Confederate soldier. The young soldier’s arms and legs dangled against the negro’s giant form as he walked, stepping over the slippery, shot-plowed ground. He saw the negro stagger with his burden to an old sycamore tree and lay the inanimate form upon the ground at its roots, composing the limbs of the boy with beautiful tenderness; then he saw the negro straighten up and gather into his giant paws a broken branch of a tree which two men could hardly have handled.
