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OUTLOOK
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The Pinehurit Darkey
Joel Chandler Harris is dead. And
an unobservant generation is prone to
assume that Uncle Eemus and the humor
ous soul of Africa died with him. How
human and immense, whimsical and
philosophical the old nigger was can best
be judged by a few minutes confab with
his local prototype. If authority be
needed, let us hear from Barrett Wen
dell, , the fastidious critic of literature.
He said that the American authors have
produced just two great characters. One
is Huckleberry Finn, and the other is
Uncle Remus. Or let us again hark back
to the platitude, which is also a self evi
dent axium and admit that the only music
to our credit that can move an audience
out of a sitff backed chair is the spon
taneous effusion of our colored brother
under the devine influence of either the
exhorter or the demijohn.
Uncle Eemus is not unique among the
darkies. Every afternoon his songs can
be heard in four parts, rendered by
many a casual choir over the wash tubs
and the wood piles, as incapable of dis
cord as an harmonica. Comment upon
human affairs as simple as a child's, and
wiser than Socrates, emanate daily from
the emancipated relics of a humorous
generation.
ON THE " WITNESS STAND
I was minded to write some little
of what I have seen of Mr. Nigger in the
region of Pinehurst by a very typical
utterance of one of the simpler and
wickeder members of the race on the
witness stand at Carthage the other day.
His name was Snow Ball, of course. His
head bore an acute resemblance to a
peanut, rising above his chin in two
tiers, in the upper oval of which sat two
eyes, always filled with the utmost as
tonishment. The world to him was a
howling farce, without rhyme or reason,
and he assumed that like a fellow in a
turkish bath, he was ordained to go for
ever from cold water into hot, fnom the
fireside to the caliboose. Love, war, pro
tracted meetings, pursuit and the chain
gang, marriage, escape, death, dinner
and diptheria were all to him just inevi
table acts of an unending drama, which
he was here not to control btit to wonder
at. He was indicted for beating his
wife, and took the stand with some air
of importance in his own defence. Now
observe the true and guileless heart of
the real Ethiopian. Tio the very first
question he inquired "Which time dat
I beat her does you want me to tell
about?"
His thesis, so different from the Cau
cassian method of legal defense, con
sisted in the theory that she ought to be
beat. And no doubt there is something
in it.
CLOSE HARMONY
It was not long ago that on a still and
wonderful night such as you are familiar
with, when the moon shines almost like
day, and sounds carry across the shadows
for miles, I heard many voices singing.
I have heard the Philharmonic Society,
the Harvard Glee Club and the Messiah
rendered for six hours by the Handel and
Hayden Association. Moreover, I have
sat patiently in Covent Garden and been
regaled with the tuneful wile of De-lee-lah.
But I had never heard such har
mony as this. The air was plaintive and
stirring, a thing of such movement and
rhyme that every being for miles was
swaying to its beat; the tenor was out
of sight in the clouds, but true as a
trumpet, and the base rolled over the
land like a ground swell.
PROTRACTED MEETING
I made for the sound like a pigeon
faring home. In a little wooden church,
rocking on its beam ends, rolling to
glory, I found the congregation. Benches
had been cleared away. The lights
hoisted to the ceiling. The ship cleared
for action. In the center of an ecstatic
circle Uncle Isaac Williams, sometimes
custodian of the saw-mill mule teams,
stood transfixed, majestic, every cord and
muscle and nerve vibrating with the
cadence of the chorus, every movement
eloquent and compelling, leading the
song into faster and faster time,
into deeper and deeper feeling. Kreisler
would resign if he could see him.
His left foot drove the harmony
as a jockey drives a race horse. When
he swung his palms to Heaven the vol
ume of two hundred voices rose with it.
and wakened the population of a coun
try. His maod would change. Instantly
the victorious trumpet peal would die
away and low and sad and beautiful
the air would faint down into a whisper,
barely audible to the hungry ear.
He carried the narrative of the song
the whole world carried the chorus.
And what he sung was the song of
the ages:
Sometimes my troubles make me
Tremble, tremble, tremble,
But a little talk with my honey
Makes it right, all right.
A little talk a with my honey
Makes it right, all right.
Takes all my time
For to make up a my min'
But a little talk a with my honey
Makes it right, all right.
As indeed it does.
The song never ended. When Ike ran
short of experience to embody in verse,
Bass Thomas sprang into the arena in
one bound, hit the harmony in his stride,
and began a new song. The burden of
this extraordinary production was:
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