THE CONJURER’S REVENGE
Charles W. Chesnutt Sunday was sometimes a rather dull day at our place. In the…
MARS JEEMS’S NIGHTMARE Charles W. Chesnutt We found old Julius very useful when we moved…
PO’ SANDY
Charles W. Chesnutt On the northeast corner of my vineyard in central North Carolina, and…
THE GOOPHERED GRAPEVINE
Charles W. Chesnutt Some years ago my wife was in poor health, and our family…
Superstitions and Folk-Lore of the South
Charles W. Chesnutt During a recent visit to North Carolina, after a long absence, I…
Lonesome Ben
Charles W. Chesnutt There had been some talk among local capitalists about building a cotton…
A Deep Sleeper
Charles W. Chesnutt It was four o’clock on Sunday afternoon, in the month of July.…
Dave’s Neckliss
Charles W. Chesnutt “Have some dinner, Uncle Julius?” said my wife. It was a Sunday…
Uncle Wellington’s Wives
by Charles W. Chesnutt I Uncle Wellington Braboy was so deeply absorbed in thought as…
The Wife of His Youth
by Charles W. Chesnutt I Mr. Ryder was going to give a ball. There were…