{"1": {"fulltext": "Mfm\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2mm\\nMm\\nKOMANCE AND REALISM OF\\nITHE SOUTHERN GULF COAST\\nSip\\n;.Va\\nBY\\nMINNIEWALTERMYERS.", "height": "3739", "width": "2236", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChapL2_lb Copyright M._\\nShelf_.Mli..\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3433", "width": "2153", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "0/\\nc\\nX\\nc\\nc", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE AND REALISM OF\\nTHE SOUTHERN GULF COAST\\nBY\\nMINNIE WALTER MYERS\\n)K\\ncincinnati\\nThe Robert Clarke Company\\n1898 ,,MC-to7\\nis^J!^ ^^P 181898^\\nfer of Covf!5.\\nTWO COPIED HtGtlVED.", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "B176\\nCopyright, 1S9S,\\nBy Minxih: Waltkr Mykks.", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "To My Father,\\nHARVEY W. WALTER,\\nAND MY BROTHERS,\\nP^RANK, AVENT, AND JAMES WALTER.\\nWith an exalted heroism that\\nforgot all consideration of self,\\nthey faced the terrors of an\\nepidemic, and sacrificed them-\\nselves that others might live.\\nGreater love hath fio man thati this, that a man\\nlay do vn his life for his friejidsT", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nAcknowledgments are due for assistance re-\\nceived from Claiborne s History of Missis-\\nsippi Gayarre s Romances of Louisi-\\nana History; Alcee Fortier s Louisiana\\nStudies The Sketch-book of New Or-\\nleans In Acadia, by Margaret Avery\\nJohnston Letters on the Gulf Coast, by R.\\nA. Wilkinson New Orleans, the Place and\\nthe People, by Grace King; Legends and\\nLyrics of the Gulf Coast, by Laura F. Hins-\\ndale, and Ethnological Reports.\\nThe history of a country is incomplete with-\\nout the preservation of its romances. Col-\\nlecting, condensing and arranging the material\\nfor this little volume has been tedious but\\nfascinating work. The author has endeavored\\nto make each scene characteristic and pro-\\ngressive from the founding of Louisiana to the\\npresent time. The Author.\\nMemphis, April, 1898.\\nVll", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nChapter I. Indians of the Sea Coast, 7\\nII. Early Romance History, 17\\nIII. Creoles, Acadians and Plantation\\nScenes, 37\\nIV. New Orleans, its Romances and\\nPicturesque Charms, 64\\nV. Beauvoir and the Mysterious Music\\nOF the Sea, -95\\nVI. Past and Present, 117\\nix", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS.\\nView from Mexican Gulf Hotel, Pass Chris-\\ntian, Frontispiece\\nPAGE\\nMartha Washington Oak, 5\\nSquaw and Papoose, 19\\nOld French Quarter, 34\\nAvenue of Oaks, 54\\nJackson Square and St. Louis Cathedral, 73\\nDrive on the Beach, 91\\nBeauvoir, 96\\nChurch of the Redeemer, .114\\nThe Ring in the Oak, 127\\nxi", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "ROMANCE AND REALISM OF THE\\nSOUTHERN GULF COAST.\\nCHAPTER L\\nThe great Sun Chiefs of the Natchez tribe\\ngreeted the first morning beams of their celes-\\ntial brother with a prolonged howl, then wav-\\ning their hands from east to west, they showed\\nhim his daily path.\\nThey did not know, however, nor could\\ntheir great medicine men foretell them, that the\\nsun of Indian happiness and prosperity would\\nalso cross the great Father of Waters, and\\nwould set in western darkness never to rise\\nagain.\\nThe Choctaw Indian, the stoic of the woods,\\nboasted in the face of Tecumseh s embittered\\neloquence in i8ti, that Choctaw hands had\\nnever been stained in the blood of the white\\nman. To him they had thrown open their\\nwigwams, and offered, with proverbial Indian\\nhospitality, to divide their maize. The pale-\\nface accepted the half, and then seized the\\nfields upon which it grew. In the beginning,", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nsuch was the European gentleman and the un-\\ntutored savage.\\nEven as Romulus and Remus were nurtured\\nby a wolf, so were the infant ancestors of the\\nChoctaws nurtured by a panther. When they\\nwere large enough to go into the woods the\\ngreat book-maker gave them their bows and\\narrows and an earthen pot, and said to them,\\nI give you these hunting grounds for your\\nhomes. When you leave them you die.\\nHe then disappeared in the woods. But\\nnow, where are they? The answer comes back\\nto us in the lament of the Choctaw chief its\\nbeauty can never be marred, though it has been\\nso often repeated.\\nBrother, when you were young we were\\nstrong. We fought by your side, but our arms\\nare now broken. You have grown large my\\npeople have become small. My voice is weak.\\nIt is not the voice of a warrior, but the wail of\\nan infant I have lost it in mourning over the\\nmisfortunes of my people. These are their\\ngraves, and in these aged pines you hear the\\nghosts of the departed. Twelve winters ago\\nour chief sold our country. If the dead had\\nbeen counted it would never have been made\\nbut, alas though they stood around they could\\nnot be seen and heard. Their tears come in", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthe rain-drops, and their voice in the wailing-\\nwind. When you took our country you prom-\\nised us land. Twelve times have the trees\\ndropped their leaves, and yet we have received\\nno land. Is this truth? Grief has made chil-\\ndren of us my people are small their shadow\\nscarcely reaches to your knee they are scat-\\ntered and gone.\\nNo scholarly address could have furnished\\nmore profound eloquence. No rules of rhetoric\\nwere needed to improve the imagery of the red\\nman. As the child of nature he drew his pict-\\nures directly from her heart.\\nThe white man talks learnedly of an eclipse\\nof the sun. and explains the scientific reasons\\nfor it. The Indians knew, however, that these\\ndark disks upon its surface meant that black\\nsquirrels were attacking it to devour it. With\\nwild alarm the whole tribe beat their drums\\nand kettles, screamed, shot their arrows at\\nthe sun, and made every possible noise to\\nfrighten the squirrels. Surely they must\\nhave been squirrels, for after a short or\\nprolonged warfare they disappeared, and the\\nsun shone again with all his brilliance. These\\nsame noises frightened away the evil spirits of\\nthe dead.\\nThe tallest tree fell beneath the touch of the", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwhite man, but the Indian could tell of his an-\\ncient mammoth kindred, who devoured every\\nthing, and, breaking down the forests, made the\\nMississippi prairies. A terrible earthquake had\\nkilled all but one. Affrighted, he had fled at\\none mighty leap across the Mississippi at\\nMemphis and sought refuge in the Rocky\\nMountains.\\nAt a time of great drought the elk and buf-\\nfalo also fled across the Mississippi river, but\\nthe Biloxi Indian could tell you that the buf-\\nfalo would forever carry with him the evidence\\nof his defeat by their great Ancient of Frogs.\\nThis Ancient of Frogs was endowed by his\\ngrandmother with wonderful strength. The\\nfirst antagonist he met was a panther, but the\\nfrog threw him against a tree and broke his jaw\\nthen he encountered a bear, but throwing him\\nagainst a tree he broke off his tail, which has ac-\\ncounted ever since for the short tail of the bear\\non the southern shore. When he met the buf-\\nfalo he threw him against a tree and broke the\\nbufl^alo s back, and to this day the latter bears\\na hump in evidence of his defeat. The last\\nconflict was with a deer, whose leg was broken,\\nbut the Ancient of Frogs formed a great friend-\\nship for the deer. Now when we hear the shrill\\npes! pes! of the frogs, mingled with the\\n4", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCfc,\\nJ\\n%5\\nr", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nsounds of the splashing waves and sighing\\npines, we know that he is giving warning of\\ndanger to the deer and telling him that the\\nhunters are near.\\nThe Biloxi Indians never allowed a child to\\nstep over a grindstone, knowing that it would\\nstop his growth. How clearly interwoven are\\nthe superstitions of different nations The\\nwriter well remembers as a child that her dear\\nold black mammy would say to her\\nChile, don yer neber lay down on de flo, an\\nlet nobody step ober yer, kase ef yer do yer\\nwon t neber gro no mo.\\nThe history of Natchez and Biloxi is so\\nclosely connected that it is almost a link with-\\nin a link. The Natchez tribe did not dwell so\\ndirectly upon the coast as the Biloxis, Pasca-\\ngoulas, Choctaws and others, but they felt\\nthat it belonged equally to them. It was their\\nfrequent camping ground. There grew the\\ngiant oaks a thousand years old, whose roots\\nstriking deep into the earth found what Ponce\\nde Leon sought in vain the fountain of youth.\\nEach spring they budded forth in their vernal\\nfreshness of beauty the southern nightingale,\\nthe mocking bird, sang amongst their branches,\\nand the long gray moss hung from each limb\\nand stirred gently with every breeze. The\\n6", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIndian loved the fragrant orange and magnolia\\ntrees, the soft balmy air, the palmettos uplift-\\ning their dagger-shaped leaves, the tall tremb-\\ning reeds, the soft murmur of the pines, the\\nstately cypress, and the ever-restless but musi-\\ncal sounds of the sea.\\nSome writers describe the Natchez as equal-\\ning the Montezumas in splendor but their\\nwigwams were rude and rough, and even their\\ntemple of the sun was only an oven-baked\\nstructure. It had simply a rough altar, and\\nshelves around the wall with baskets contain-\\ning the bones of the Great Suns on lower\\nshelves there were baskets containing the\\nbones of favorite attendants, who had been\\nkilled to attend them to the Happy Hunting\\nGrounds. Outside there was a fence of sharp\\npickets, and upon the point of each was the\\nskull of an enemy.\\nWhen a warrior entered the hut of the Great\\nSun, the latter would be seated upon his bed\\nof rude mats, and there was a stone in the\\nmiddle of the room. The warrior howled when\\nhe entered, and before saluting the Great Sun\\nhe would run around the stone in the middle of\\nthe room three times, howling each time the\\nmore he howled the greater the favor that\\nwould be extended to him. If he were of", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nsmall importance the Great Sun noticed him\\nonly with a slight grunt; if more in favor the\\ngrunt would be more pronounced, but the war-\\nrior could never answer him without first\\nhoming.\\n^.J^^When we study the customs and traditions\\nof other people we are apt to receive many of\\nthem with a quiet smile of ridicule but we\\nshould pause when we consider some of our\\nown beliefs and matters of etiquette. The im-\\npression that we receive of a picture depends\\ngreatly upon the light in which it is viewed.\\n^^;;;?=^ississippi was the first state in the Union\\nto enact a law giving to woman the control of\\nher own property now it has emancipated her\\nfrom all disabilities of coverture but few per-\\nsons know that the original statute was sug-\\ngested by the tribal customs of the Chickasaw\\nIndians in the northern part of the state. The\\ndespised squaw, who bore the heat and burden\\nof the day, reached forth her small brown hands\\nand struck off the shackles that bound her\\nmore civilized sister. Under the Chickasaw\\nlaw the husband acquired no right to the prop-\\nerty of the wife which she owned at the time\\nof her marriage, or to the subsequent ac-\\nquests, and no part was subject to the debts of\\nher husband. The marriage ties were often\\n8", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nHghtly made and hghtly broken there were no\\ndivorce suits but when husband and wife\\nagreed to separate, the children belonged to\\nthe mother. Her rights were acknowledged\\nsupreme.\\nMany of the Indian laws were very just.\\nWhen the husband and wife died leaving no\\nchildren, the wife s relative^ generally took\\nthe property, unless the husband had built\\nthe house entirely, when his relatives inher-\\nited it. Nothing could be fairer, for the In-\\ndian w^oman generally did all the work and\\nbuilt the home. Her life was one of absolute\\ndrudgery; but her burdens were laid upon a\\nperfectly healthy body, one of God s greatest\\nblessings, that does not generally come through\\ndoors closed to the fresh air of heaven and to\\nbodies enervated by luxury. In those days\\nthere were in the forest no sanitariums filled\\nwith delicate women. The realistic thought\\nwill obtrude itself, that, if the white man has\\ntaken the burdens from the back of woman, he\\nhas sometimes, with refined cruelty, inflicted\\nburdens upon her aching heart that are too\\nheavy for her endurance.\\nWithout any woman s suffrage movement,\\nbut in the quietest way, the Choctaw girl pos-\\nsessed in matters of courtship rights that are\\nnot granted to the Nineteenth Century girl.\\n9", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nThe latter must wait in modest silence until she\\nis wooed and won, though her heart should\\nflutter like a bird and her cheeks crimson\\nwhen she hears the footstep of her beloved.\\nTo the Indian girl belonged the privilege of\\ngiving the first banter. This was done gen-\\nerally by squeezing the hand of her brave or by\\nstepping upon his foot. Should he presume to\\ngive the first banter, she and all the squaws\\ncould fall upon him and beat him most unmer-\\ncifully. In the majority of tribes the Indian\\ncould marry the sister of his dead wife. The\\npeace of the tribe was not annually disturbed\\nby the ghost of a deceased-wife s-sister bill.\\nThe students of Yale and Harvard find no\\ngreater pleasure in the game of football than\\nthe red men of the southern shore. Par-\\nticularly did they delight in the intricate\\ngame of ball played with a crooked stick,\\nand they were fully equal to the present pro-\\ngressive age in the excitement and extent\\nof their betting. An Indian runner could travel\\nfifty miles a day, and when he brought war\\nnews he entered the village with a war-whoop.\\nThis was taken up by every one he met until\\nhe reached the town-house, in front of the pub-\\nlic square. In health and symmetry of body\\nthe American Indian almost equaled the classic\\nlO", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nGreek. Disease and deformity were compara-\\ntively unknown among them. Their system\\nof massage was as efficient as our own or that\\nof the Romans.\\nAround their blazing fires in the evening, or\\nin the soft summer moonlight, tradition told\\nthem of their history, philosophy, religion and\\ncustoms. To them the white man s speaking\\nbark was unknown; tradition and sign lan-\\nguage constituted their encyclopaedia. There\\nwere so many tribes and dialects that in sign\\nlanguage they were most proficient.\\nAction is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant\\nMore learned than their ears.\\nTheir green corn dance was their annual\\njubilee, when all wrongs except murder were\\nforgiven. This was the season when fresh\\nfires were built, and the year started with new\\nhappiness. Nor shall we believe that their\\ndancing was irregular and unpracticed. Their\\nintricate and regular steps equaled the drills of\\nour modern gymnasium, and with the dance was\\nmingled the sound of their joyous laughter and\\nrude but rhythmic music. Nature smiled upon\\nher happy -hearted children. The immense\\nlive oaks, clad in their drapery of moss, lifted\\ntheir umbrageous arms above, shielding them\\n1 1", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nfrom sun and storm and the sea, catching the\\nsounds of their revelry, held them in its depths,\\nand gives them to us now in strange, mysteri-\\nous music.\\nNor did the heart of the Indian throb only\\nwith physical and material being. To him\\nwere given some of the fine instincts of right\\nand wrong that would have done honor to the\\nVirginia Cavalier or the New England Puritan.\\nWhen they borrowed an article, they returned\\nit promptly at the promised time. When con-\\ndemned to death for murder, the Indian was\\nfree to go where he would until the day of ex-\\necution, when he presented himself, made a\\nmark around his heart for a target, and calmly\\nmet his doom. For him no officers of the law\\nwere needed.\\nThey were keenly sensitive to ridicule and\\ndisgrace, and suicides among them for these\\ncauses were not unfrequent. Although they\\nnever mentioned their dead after burial, who\\nknows what real bitter tears may have been\\nmingled with their weird cry over the cold\\nbodies, or what weight of bereavement and\\nloss may have lingered in their hearts un-\\nder a stolid exterior Nor do we know what\\nvague thoughts they may have had of the\\nGreat Spirit the Giver of Breath. The\\nyearning to know the truth is universal.\\n12", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast\\nThe Natchez idea of heaven was a perpetual\\nfeast of green corn, venison and melons, and\\nhades was to eat spoiled fish and alligators.\\nEven as the Sons and Daughters of the\\nRevolution and all other patriots love their\\ncountry, so did the Indian love his before it\\nwas taken from him. The proudest boast of a\\nChoctaw was, I am a Choctaw. They loved\\nnot only their country, but also their homes\\nand children and they loved their wives, how-\\never much they may have abused them a\\ncharacteristic sometimes observed in civilized\\nas well as savage life. It is said the Pasca-\\ngoula Indians, who dwelt in Southern Missis-\\nsippi on the banks of the Escatawpa, loved its\\nshores so dearly that nowhere else would they\\nconsent to be buried. When called away,\\neither in the chase or upon the war-path, they\\nfirst stooped and drank of the flowing Esca-\\ntawpa, for there was some charm in its waters\\nthat always brought back the wanderer. Even\\nnow it is said\\nHe who drinks of Escatawpa s tide\\nHis bones must rest on Escatawpa s side.\\nTime was marked by bundles of sticks, one\\nstick being withdrawn for each day. In this\\nconnection is told one of the sweetest stories\\n13", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nof Fort Rosalie, now Natchez. The Natchez\\nand Chickasaws had agreed to attack and sur-\\nprise the fort at a certain time but Stellona, a\\nprincess of the royal blood, precipitated the\\nattack of the Natchez before the Chickasaws\\ncame by extracting two arrows from the bun-\\ndle. This she did to save the life of her\\nFrench lover. Lieutenant De Mace.\\nThere is scarcely a place in this charmed re-\\ngion of the South which does not have its ro-\\nmance. Even now, when the halcyon birds are\\nflying in Indian summer, a soft gray haze is seen\\non the coast. This is said to be the smoke\\nfrom the mysterious furnaces of the God of\\nPottery, who taught the Indians their knowl-\\nedge of it, and who lingers here reluctant to\\nleave these shores.\\nOne of the most charming characteristics\\nof nearly all Indian tribes was their hospitality.\\nThey regarded it more of a duty than a virtue.\\nThey considered that the Great Spirit gave\\nthe land equally to all, and that it was their duty\\nto entertain the stranger and the needy the\\nfirst because he was away from home, and the\\nlatter because the land belonged equally to\\nhim. In the majority of Indian tribes, there\\nwere no stated hours for meals, but the pot\\nwas always kept boiling for the benefit of any\\n14", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nwho might come hungry. Even the most\\nworthless of the tribe was never denied food\\nbut a lazy man who begged was so covered\\nwith ridicule that an Indian tramp was rarely\\nseen. In this respect the American tramp is\\nfar ahead of the Indian. Buckets of ridicule\\nmay be poured over him without injury to his\\nfeelings, if the ridicule is only intermixed with\\na few cold biscuits and cups of coffee.\\nA number of Indian families generally lived\\ntogether, sharing things in common. At pres-\\nent the communistic feeling is growing in the\\nUnited States. Carried to an extreme, and in\\nthe hands of ignorant and lawless classes, this\\nmay lead us to grave evils, but it lends an in-\\nterest to this Indian custom. Ethnologists call\\nour attention to the custom as tending to the\\nfinal equalization of subsistence. They assert\\nthat hunger and destitution could not prevail\\nin one end of a village while plenty prevailed\\nin the other end of it.\\nIn this chapter the habits of the Choctaw\\nIndians have especially been considered be-\\ncause they were the friends of the early colo-\\nnists. The writer is indebted to Claiborne s\\nHistory of Mississippi lor much interesting in-\\nformation.\\nChactas and Chicks-a, two brothers, came\\n15", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nfrom the west led by a pole held by invisible\\nhands. The pole stopped when it crossed the\\nriver and reached Mississippi soil. Chicks-a\\nwent to the northern part of Mississippi, and\\nhis tribe of Chickasaws became followers of\\nthe Red Cross of St. George while Chactas\\nfounded the Choctaw tribe in Southern Mis-\\nsissippi and Alabama, and they followed the\\nLily of France. Thus the foreigners brought\\nwith them to this country their seeds of envy\\nand discord, and planted them in the hearts of\\nthe red men.\\nPerhaps it may be claimed that these pages\\nhave idealized the character of the Indian,\\nand the character of the pale face has been\\ndepreciated. The terrible war-whoop, and\\nthe glittering tomahawk are shudderingly re-\\nmembered but, turning the light of truth upon\\ncivilized history, we read of the Salem witch-\\ncraft, with its horrors, the Spanish Inquisition,\\nthe persecution of the Christian and the Jew,\\nand the tyranny of unbounded power in every\\nage. Realizing all this, and realizing that we\\nhave taken from the Indian his home and\\nnearly exterminated his people, we should at\\nleast bury him with a requiem of justice.\\ni6", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCHAPTER II.\\nThe humming bird foretold to the Biloxi In-\\ndians the arrival of strangers it was also to\\nthem the bird of truth.\\nWhat myriads of them must have fluttered\\ntheir brilliant wings in the sunlight on that\\nfateful morning, in 1699, when the Indian dis-\\ncovered the great black birds with white wings,\\nskimming slowly and gracefully the blue waters\\nof their bay. Silently and swiftly the little\\nbirds of truth flew above them, trying in\\nvain to tell the red men how freiorhted\\nwith change this scene was to them. Try-\\ning in vain to tell them that these strange creat-\\nures came from the old to the new world to\\nchange its customs, its people, and the very\\naspect of nature.\\nHow strange it was to them when the royal\\nlooking Iberville and his younger, but not less\\nnoble-looking brother, Bienville, stepped upon\\nthe shore in their gorgeous dress, and with their\\nretinue knelt beneath the golden cross, and\\ntook possession of the country in the name of\\ntheir God and their king. More startling still\\n17", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwas the cannon s voice from its cloud of smoke\\nas it went thundering over the waters.\\nTo the Biloxians their Thunder Being was\\nso strange and mysterious that his name was\\nnever mentioned in cloudy weather. Fearful\\nwere they that he would hear them, and in his\\nwrath frown down upon them in clouds of rain\\nand storm. It was only when he was far away\\nand the sun was shining, that they told, in awe-\\nstruck tones, the stories of his power. Yet\\nthese strange pale faces brought their thunder\\nwith them, and, though the sun was shining, it\\nspoke or remained silent at their command.\\nThese were not, however, the first white\\nmen to step upon Mississippi soil. With his\\nbrilliant but ill-fated cortege, with his Anda-\\nlusian steeds, his high hopes and bitter dis-\\nappointments, Hernando de Soto had swept\\nfrom Florida to the banks of the Father of\\nWaters, which he first discovered just below\\nthe site of the present city of Memphis in\\nMay, 1 54 1. He did not realize that this\\nmighty river, which was to be the source of\\nwealth and prosperity to so many others,\\nwould be to him the sepulcher of his hopes,\\nhis ambitions, and his body.\\nAbout one hundred and thirty years after-\\nward, in 1673, Father Marquette and Joliet\\n18", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "of the Southern GuU Coast.\\nA squaw and papoose.", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ncame down from Quebec and sailed down its\\nwaters as far as Arkansas. Being convinced\\nthat it emptied into the gulf, they returned to\\nQuebec and reported their discovery amidst\\nthe wildest rejoicings. In 1682, Cavelier de\\nla Salle was at the mouth of the Mississippi,\\nand took possession of it in the name of\\nFrance. When Iberville and Bienville landed\\non the southern coast, the pulse of the country\\nfrom north to south was beginning to throb\\nwith new and certain life but while La Salle\\nhad planned a French colony in the South,\\nIberville and Bienville founded at Biloxi, in\\n1699, the first settlement of the great State of\\nLouisiana.\\nThe sound is divided from the Gulf of\\nMexico by a number of islands lying at vary-\\ning distances from the shore. Between them\\nare channels and passes leading into the gulf.\\nNearly all of these islands are low, sandy, and\\nunprepossessing, but there is not one that has\\nnot its strange legends, and that has not been\\nconnected with the history of the sea-coast.\\nShip Island, the largest and most important,\\nwas so named by the French because it was\\nthe best roadstead for vessels. Its harbor has\\nalways been remarkably safe against storms.\\nIt has not only been a refuge for ships in time\\n20", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nof peace, but it has also been of greatest im-\\nportance in time of war. During the war of\\n1812, Packenham s fleet was anchored in it;\\nand during our late civil war, one of the first\\nmovements of the federal troops was the cap-\\nture of Biloxi and Ship Island. During his\\nreign in New Orleans, General Butler named\\nthe fort at Ship Island Fort Massachusetts\\nin honor of his native state. In this fort he\\nconfined persons whom he desired to punish.\\nCat Island was so named because when the\\nFrench reached it, they found upon it a small\\nanimal, somewhat resembling both a fox and a\\ncat. One of Iberville s men exclaimed, This\\nis the land of cats. This cat, however, was\\nthe American raccoon, which has since become\\nso dear to the American darkies heart and\\nappetite that from it he has derived his\\nsobriquet of coons.\\nThe American coon has borne his part in the\\nhistory of the country, and is not to be ignored.\\nIn the memorable campaign of 1840, many\\nwildly cheering processions of Whigs were\\nheaded by miniature log cabins with coons\\nperched above them the campaign of log\\ncabins, coons, and hard cider. Who does\\nnot remember also the coonskin brigade of\\n21", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nGeorgia, the coonskin caps, the rolHcking\\ncoon and possum hunts of the South?\\nOne of the most terrible incidents in the\\nearly history of the colony happened at Cat\\nIsland. Duroux, the governor, an exacting\\ntyrant, frequently stripped his men naked\\nwhen they displeased him, and left them all\\nnight on Cat Island exposed to the mosquitoes\\nand sand-flies. His men mutinied and killed\\nhim, but they were captured one of them\\nwas broken on a wheel, and one placed alive\\nin his coffin and his body sawed in two.\\nIt is said that a pirate s ship was wrecked\\non Cat Island, and that it now lies in the\\nsand deeply buried. Sand storms have blown\\nover and covered it, but sailors affirm that\\nnow when a storm rages, the lost souls of the\\npirates are heard wailing through the wind.\\nAn amusing incident is told as to the man-\\nner in which the Isle au Pois derived its name.\\nWhen the French were encamped there, they\\nwere attacked by small flies or cousins\\n(mosquitoes), and they fled in such panic that\\nthey forgot and left their bag of peas on the\\nisland. They could successfully compete with\\nother nations on land and sea, but the mos-\\nquito was too much for them.\\nThe history of Dauphine Island is as closely\\n22", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\ninterwoven with the early settlement of Louis-\\niana as that of Ship Island. In 1701, Bienville\\nreceived instructions to transfer the seat of\\ngovernment from Fort Maurepas, at Biloxi, to\\nMobile, and Dauphine Island became to Mobile\\nwhat Ship Island had been to Biloxi its place\\nof anchorage and supply station. Gayarre\\ntells us that when the French reached the isl-\\nand they found it covered with bones, and re-\\nalized that some awful tragedy had been en-\\nacted there, but tradition, when questioned,\\nlays her choppy finger upon her skinny lips,\\nand answers not. From finding these skele-\\ntons the island was first called Massacre Island,\\nbut it was afterward changed to Dauphine, in\\nhonor of the Count of Dauphine, who ceded\\nhis province to the French monarch. In com-\\npliment to him, the wife of the eldest born son\\nof the King of France was called Dauphine,\\nand her husband the Dauphin.\\nDuring the first thirteen years of its strug-\\ngling existence, the little colony was often\\npinched by want and absolute famine. Some-\\ntimes they were reduced to the necessity of\\neating acorns, and several times Bienville scat-\\ntered them among the Indians to prevent\\nactual starvation.\\nBienville was the second governor, Sauvolle\\n23", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nhaving been the first. Chivalric, brave,\\nwealthy, and talented, Sauvolle had loved and\\nbeen loved by one of the noblest women of the\\ncourt of Louis the Fourteenth, but suddenly\\nthere came to him the terrible realization of a\\ngreat physical trouble. Grief-stricken, he gave\\nup his love, the brilliant court, and all that was\\ndear to him, to face the dangers of the new\\ncountry and calmly wait the end that heart\\ntrouble was likely at any time to bring to him.\\nHe died in Biloxi and was buried there.\\nDazzled by a knowledge of the treasures\\nof gold and silver found by Pizarro in Peru\\nand Cortez in Mexico, the French sought\\nvainly for mines only. They remained de-\\npendent on the mother country, and were blind\\nto the riches of earth and air around them.\\nWhile our ancestors were starving in their\\nsearch for gold, the Indians were enjoying the\\nfollowing appetizing cuisine, as described by\\nClaiborne Tom-ful-la was their favorite and\\nstanding dish. It consisted of corn soaked in lye\\nto take off the husks, then thoroughly boiled\\nwith bear s oil, and sometimes the kernels of\\nwalnuts and hickory nuts. They barbecued a\\nslice of turkey breast, venison, and bear meat\\ntogether. They likewise pounded walnuts and\\nhickory nuts, passed them through boiling wa-\\n24", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nter, and then through strainers of fine basket\\nwork, and this produced a Hquor the color and\\nconsistency of cream, and of rich and fine flavor.\\nIn 1708, after nine years existence, there\\nwere only about three hundred people in the\\ncolony, and they had the most meager posses-\\nsions. In his charming book, the Romances\\nof Louisiana History, Gayarre has not only\\ngiven us history, but he has touched those\\nrugged times with poetry, and written of them\\nwith a quill dropped from cupid s wing. In\\nthis chapter are given glimpses of his pathetic\\nromances of Sauvolle and Crozat also, the\\nattractive romances of Bienville, Boisbriant.\\nand the Petticoat Insurrection, with their quaint\\nphases and humor.\\nIn 1705, in a ship sent by Louis XIV, were\\ntwenty girls who had been carefully selected\\nby the Bishop of Quebec from irreproachable\\nfamilies in Paris. While he had not intention-\\nally deceived them, they came impressed with\\nexpectations of a rich and splendid country,\\nbut they found immediately the hardships and\\ndangers of pioneer life. In a few months,\\nwhen the provisions brought by the ship were\\nexhausted, they were reduced to a sole diet of\\ncorn. Even in those early days, Paris led in\\nartistic fashions and tastes, and the Parisian", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ngirl longed for her dainty surroundings and\\neven a few bon-bons. The Petticoat Insur-\\nrection began against the corn diet. They de-\\nclared that the Bishop of Quebec had deceived\\nthem, and that they would leave at the first\\nopportunity. Like sensible, true women, how-\\never, they reconciled themselves to the situa-\\ntion, and bravely endured their part of the\\nhardships.\\nThe number of these girls was wholly in-\\nadequate to supply the demand. They were\\nlodged in a house to themselves, and\\nduring the day they were selected by the\\nFrench bachelors, but at night a sentinel was\\nplaced at the door. Dumont tells us that the\\nlast one left was any thing but beautiful in\\nfact, looked more like a guardsman than a\\ngirl. But so great was the desire of these\\nmen for homes and domestic happiness that a\\nfight for her possession was imminent. The\\ncommandant hearing of it, required the rivals\\nto draw lots for her.\\nThe colony languished until 1 7 1 2, when it was\\nleased to the great French merchant, Anthony\\nCrozat, for fifteen years, with extraordinary\\nprivileges. His principal obligation in return\\nwas to send every year to Louisiana two\\nship-loads of colonists, and after nine years to\\n26", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nassume all the expenses of the government.\\nAround this period in the history of the little\\ncolony Gayarre weaves one of his prettiest\\nromances.\\nCrozat had been the son of a peasant, but\\nhe was foster-brother to one of the greatest\\npatricians of France. His foster-brother be-\\ncame his benefactor, educated him, and se-\\ncured for him a fine position in a commercial\\nhouse. He married his employer s daughter,\\nand after his death, with his wife s inheritance\\nand his own brilliant successes, he became one\\nof the wealthiest merchants of France. His\\nwife and only child, a daughter, were his idols,\\nand when his wife died his whole heart was\\ncentered on his daughter refined, frail and\\nbeautiful as a lily.\\nThe dowager Duchess, touched with the lone-\\nliness of the motherless girl, asked her to visit\\nher palace. There the beautiful Andrea learned\\nto love, with all the intensity of her being, the\\nsole heirto all these princely possessions, but he\\nwas soon betrothed to another equal to him in\\nrank and station. When the preparations for\\nthe nuptials began, heartbroken, Andrea return-\\ned to her father and he learned the secret of her\\nlove. Almost crazed with this great grief in\\nher life, he determined to do the one thing\\n27", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthat could prevent the marriage. It was be-\\nlieved that the noble girl who was to marry\\nthe son of his foster-brother loved another\\nequal to her in rank, he could not wed her\\nbecause his patrician estate was hopelessly\\nbankrupt. Crozat went to him, gave him a\\nroyal sum, and told him that it was due to\\nhis estate from an injustice of many years ago.\\nIn bewildered surprise the sum was accepted,\\nand he married the woman he loved and who\\nloved him. Then Crozat confessed to the\\ndowager Duchess and told her of his daugh-\\nter s breaking heart. The Duchess listened\\nin stern sadness, but it was impossible! While\\nshe loved the beautiful Andrea, the difference\\nin rank was too great, nor could Andrea marry\\nher son unless her father was a Medici, a\\nruler of provinces, and had a historical name.\\nCrozat thought of the new country, with its\\nuntold riches and boundless territory, and de-\\ntermined to risk every thing for the happiness\\nof his child. Such is the romance of Crozat s\\npossession of the small colony on the sea-\\nboard. If Gayarre confesses to giving the\\nstory a few touches of his imagination in re-\\ngard to Andrea s name, her death and that of\\nher father after the failure of the enterprise,\\nthe story is not the less pathetic, and prob-\\n28", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nably quite as authentic as many other historic\\nrecords.\\nCadillac was the first governor appointed\\nby Crozat, and the selection could not have\\nbeen more unfortunate. He was utterly lack-\\nino- in diplomacy, and was narrow-minded and\\narrogant. Crozat had promised to him a share\\nof the profits from any mines that he would\\ndiscover, and his patrician poverty was only\\nexceeded by his avarice. Iberville, SauvoUe\\nand Bienville had received and welcomed each\\nfriendly demonstration from the Indians, and\\ntreated their customs with respect. When\\nIberville landed at Biloxi the Indians rubbed\\nhis face with white dirt in testimony of their\\nfriendship; but when Cadillac was sailing up\\nthe Mississippi river and the Natchez Indians\\noffered him their calumet, he scorned to touch\\nwith his lordly lips a pipe that had been in\\nthe mouth of an Indian. A few days after this\\nthe Natchez killed four Canadians they could\\nnot understand Cadillac s manner, and be-\\nlieved it to be a delaration of war.\\nThe word calumet is derived from the Nor-\\nman w^ord chalumeaii, and signifies the reed\\nor rustic pipe smoked by Norman peasants.\\nThe French introduced the word into Canada.\\nA most unique Indian masquerade party\\n29", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwas given in the early days of the colony, and\\ncombined within itself all the elements of\\ncomedy and tragedy.\\nIn order to impress the Indians with the\\nmagnificence of the French court, a party of\\nthem was induced to visit Paris. Among them\\nwas the daughter of the Illinois chief. She\\nwas very beautiful, and loved the commander\\nof the French fort in the country of the Illinois.\\nThere was also with the party that went to\\nFrance a young sergeant, Dubois. The\\nFrench court received their novel visitors\\nwith enthusiastic welcome. A deer-hunt was\\nplanned for the warriors at the Bois de Bou-\\nlogne, and the Indian maidens were toasted,\\nfeted, and were the belles of the hour. The\\nIndian princess was converted to Christianity,\\nand at court her marriage with Dubois was\\ncelebrated with brilliant pomp, and the king\\nappointed Dubois captain and commandant of\\nthe Illinois country. All of the party were\\nloaded with presents, and returned to New\\nOrleans delighted with themselves and their\\nentertainers.\\nDubois and his Indian bride seemed to be\\nhappy for a time but she wearied of her civ-\\nilization masquerade, and longed more and\\nmore for the freedom of forest life. Finally\\n30", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nshe entered into a conspiracy with her tribe,\\nand the members of the French garrison, in-\\nckiding Dubois, were massacred. The savage\\ninstinct was irrepressible.\\nWith the first Natchez war is interwoven\\nanother romance of those early days, but it is\\na story of love, disappointment, revenge, and\\nthe furv of a woman scorned. Cadillac, in his\\nchurlish arrogance, made discord with every\\nelement around him, and, jealous of Bien-\\nville s popularity, was especially antagonistic\\nto him.\\nCadillac nad a daughter, but alas she was\\nnot fair, having in face and figure inherited\\nher father s qualities but she looked upon\\nBienville s noble face and stately form, and\\nfelt that it would be sweet to lean upon his\\nstrong arm during those troublous times. Her\\nheart went out more than half way to meet him.\\nCadillac considered the situation, and, think-\\ning that such a marriage would be an advan-\\ntage to him, sent for Bienville and made\\nthe offer of marriag^e to him. Astonished and\\namused, Bienville declined it. Then was\\nCadillac s small soul lashed into a fury of re-\\nvenge. He determined to destroy Bienville,\\nand again sending for him, ordered him with a\\nforce of thirty-four men to attack the Natchez\\n31", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nand avenge the death of the four Canadians.\\nBienville protested that with such a force it\\nwould be impossible, but Cadillac s law was\\nlike that of the Medes and Persians.\\nBienville started with his little company, and\\ndetermined to do by strategy what he could not\\naccomplish by force. This was in 1716. He\\nfirst went to an island in the Mississippi, op-\\nposite the Tunicas and eighteen leagues below\\nNatchez. Pretending to wish to trade with\\nthem, he captured the Great Sun and his\\ntwo brothers, the Stung Serpent and The\\nLittle Sun. By his treaty with them they\\nagreed to build a substantial fort at Natchez.\\nWhile Iberville, Bienville, Tonti and others\\nhad visited this place before, and occasionally\\nhunters had settled there, this may be regarded\\nas the first permanent settlement ol the beau-\\ntiful city of Natchez. It was named Fort\\nRosalie in honor of the Countess Pontchar-\\ntrain. Thus Bienville ended the war without\\nbloodshed, founded Natchez, and defended the\\ncitadel of his own heart.\\nThis was not the first time during Bienville s\\nlife on the seashore that Cupid had sent his\\nhurtling arrows above his head. The first en-\\ncounter, however, was not of such a personal\\nnature.\\n32", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIn 1705, when Louis the XIV sent over the\\ntwenty girls, they were chaperoned by a\\nwidow, charming and irresistible, as widows\\nalways have been and always will be. Major\\nBoisbriant, Bienville s cousin, lost his heart to\\nher, and his was not a case of unrequited love.\\nAll went smoothly until Bienville s strong op-\\nposition stemmed the current. Major Bois-\\nbriant yielded, but the lady, with woman s in-\\ndomitable will, remained firm and indignant.\\nLa Salle and the Curate de la Vente had given\\nBienville much trouble by their intrigues and\\nslanderous reports of him at court, and now\\nthe aggrieved widow added her words of in-\\ndignant protest. In a letter to the prime min-\\nister she writes of Bienville s tyranny in every\\ndepartment, and especially her own wrongs.\\nShe annihilates him with this closing sentence\\nIt is therefore evident that he has not the\\nnecessary qualifications to be governor of this\\ncolony. He was, however, retained as gov-\\nernor, and the marriage did not take place.\\nStill, we see the early independence of the\\nwomen of this country, and that they soon be-\\ncame not only a social and domestic, but also\\npolitical element.\\nWhen the French girls came over they\\nfound formidable rivals in those first women of\\n33", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\no", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthe South who dwelt by the sea. The French\\nand Canadians sought them for wives, and\\nwho can wonder when we read Claiborne s\\ndescription of them The dusky maidens of\\nMississippi, with their flashing eyes and volup-\\ntuous forms, their delicate hands and feet, and\\ntheir raven hair that brushed the dewdrops as\\nthey walked, modestly drooping their glances\\nat the approach of a warrior. The Choctaw\\nlanguage was beautiful, and some of the\\nwomen sang well, their voices low and sweet,\\ncorresponding with their gentle manners and\\nmodest deportment. But they were gay, so-\\ncial, fascinating, and their laugh like the ripple\\nof a brook over its pebbly bed.\\nAfter reading this description who can won-\\nder that if the conqueror took from the Indian\\ngirl her lands and her wild, sweet freedom, he\\noften gave her in return for it his true, chival-\\nric love\\nIt is a misfortune of life that the step of\\nrealism often touches so close upon the heel\\nof romance, that it crushes out the flowers of\\nimagination. As we see the Indian of the\\npresent day, listless, dull, swarthy and slouchy,\\nsitting in the French market, the thought in-\\nvoluntarily presents itself, did poetry throw\\nover those early^ days the halo of romance, or\\n35", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nhas civilization only given to the poor In-\\ndian its physical enervation without supply-\\ning- the mental qualities to withstand its temp-\\ntations\\n36", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCHAPTER III.\\nIn 1 71 7, Bienville was reappointed governor,\\nand the seat of government was moved from\\nMobile and Dauphine Island to Biloxi. As\\nthe old fort had been burned at what is now\\ncalled Ocean Springs, New Biloxi was built\\nupon the point of land to the west of the bay\\nimmediately fronting Ship Island.\\nIn March, 1718, Bienville selected the present\\nsite of New Orleans between what are now\\nCanal and Esplanade streets, and set fifty men\\nto clearing away the trees. Owing to the\\ndifferences of Bienville and Hubert, the seat\\nof government was not transferred to New\\nOrleans until 1722, after which this city grad-\\nually became the Paris of the South. The\\nFrench were devoted to the mother country,\\nand felt that it was infamous when, in 1763,\\nLouis XV induced his cousin, Charles III, of\\nSpain to take Louisiana off his hands. So in-\\ndignant were the French against Spanish do-\\nminion that in 1768 they rebelled against it,\\nbut they were defeated and their leaders exe-\\ncuted. This is one of the darkest tragedies\\nof Louisiana history.\\n37", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nAfterward, however, the Spanish rule was\\nvery lenient and just. Governor Gayoso and\\nGovernor Galvez were especially beloved, and\\nGovernor Miro was so popular that when Ten-\\nnessee was settled, the central portion of the\\nstate was named for him. In the treaty of\\npeace between Great Britain, Spain and France,\\nthe Spaniards acquired New Orleans, but the\\ngreater part of the Mississippi seaboard was\\nceded to Great Britain and prospered under\\nBritish rule. Governor Galvez, however, after-\\nward recaptured it.\\nSpain was not unwilling when she ceded\\nher Louisiana territory to France by the treaty\\nof Ildefonso in 1800. She feared for her\\nMexican possessions, and thought France\\nwould be a rampart between her and the\\nUnited States.\\nAlthough New Orleans was so long under\\nthe dominion of the Spaniards, the Spanish\\nlanguage was spoken officially only, the French\\nbeing retained for social and family circles.\\nAlthough loyal citizens of this country, the\\nFrench have never given up their language\\nas Spaniards, Germans or Italians have done\\nimder like circumstances.\\nMuch information is gained on these sub-\\n38", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\njects from Mr. Alcce Fortier, professor of\\nFrench lano^uao^e and hterature in Tulane Uni-\\nversity, New Orleans. He tells us that so\\ngenerally was the French language spoken in\\nLouisiana that in the legislature of the state,\\nthere was a regular interpreter appointed for\\neach house at a salary of ^2,000; it was his\\nduty to translate, if required, the speeches and\\nmotions of the members. It was, it seems,\\nvery amusing to see a Creole representative\\nabusing an American colleague, who remained\\nperfectly unconcerned until the interpreter\\ntranslated the hostile address then the party\\nattacked would suddenly rise and reply in\\nvehement terms, which had also to be trans-\\nlated before the opposing member could reply.\\nThe court rooms were provided with French,\\nEnglish and Spanish interpreters, and the\\njuries divided as evenly as possible between\\nEnglish and French. When the case was\\nbeing presented in English, the French were\\nexcused, and when it was argued in French,\\nthe English were excused. Together they\\nretired to the jury room, and by some mar-\\nvelous process generally arrived at a correct\\nverdict.\\nThe Creoles of Louisiana are the white de-\\nscendants of the French and Spanish colonists,\\n39", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nand have in their veins some of the blue blood\\nof the noblest families of France and Spain.\\nThe depreciatory light in which Mr. George\\nW. Cable has represented them in his works\\nhas aroused their just indignation. Dr. W.\\nH. Holcomb says of them: These men\\nwere the root stock or foundation head of the\\nCreole civilization, a social state distinguished\\nfor the courage and honorable bearing of its\\nmen, the beauty and refinement of its women,\\nand the highly polished manners of both sexes.\\nThe pretty quadroon girls who wait in the\\nhotels on the southern seacoast claim with\\nperfect equanimity that they are Creoles. This\\nis somewhat bewildering to strangers and a\\nvery unjust reflection of color on the subject.\\nPossibly no word in the English language has\\nbeen more abused than the word Creole.\\nThe names of many places in this region\\nare not only historic, but have a story within\\na story. The French name Baton Rouge not\\nonly indicates French possession, but it tells\\nan Indian story. The Houmas, after they had\\nwon a victory over the Tunicas, planted upon\\nthat spot a baton rouge, or red stick, to\\nsignify that the Tunicas were never to cross it\\non the war-path.\\nLouisiana was named for the French king,\\n40", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nand the two large lakes near New Orleans for\\ntwo prime ministers Pontchartrain and Maure-\\npas. Pontchartrain, a man of great talent and\\nsterling integrity, was chancellor of France un-\\nder Louis XIV. Maurepas, minister of Louis\\nXV, was a man of great ability, but dissolute\\nhabits. Pearl river was so called because there\\nthe Indians found the shells with which they\\nscraped out their canoes after burning them, and\\nwithin these shells they often found beautiful\\npearls. Yazoo river means the river of death,\\nand Amite river was so named because there\\nIberville found the Indians most friendly.\\nOne of the first names given by the Span-\\niards to the Mississippi river was The River\\nof the Holy Ghost; other Spanish names\\nwere Rio Grande, Rio Esconnido La Salle\\nfirst called it St. Louis, and afterward Colbert\\nLa Palisade was one of the French names,\\nfrom the number of snags and drift-wood in\\nthe passes at the mouth of the river. Mal-\\nbou-chia was the name given to it by the In-\\ndians of the East, but the Indians of the West\\ncalled it Me-ac-cha-sippi, Me-she-o-be, Mec-a-\\nshe-ba, and Meche Sepe, all signifying the\\nFather of Waters.\\nJustin Winsor tells us that the original spell-\\ning of Mississippi, the nearest approach to\\n41", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthe Algonquin word, is Meche Sebe, a form\\nstill commonly used by the Louisiana Creoles.\\nTonty suggested Miche Sepe Father Laval,\\nMichisepe, which by Father Labatt was soft--\\nened into Misisipi. Marquette added the first\\ns in Missisipi, and some other explorer added\\na second s in Mississipi, as it is spelled in i\\nFrance to-day. No one knows who added a\\nsecond p in Mississippi, for it was generally\\nspelled with one p when the United States\\nbought Louisiana.\\nFree navigation of the Mississippi, a much-\\nvexed question, was granted in 1795, and the\\nfirst steamboat came down the river in 181 1.\\nThere is not, perhaps, in the history of Mis-\\nsissippi, a name that graces its pages more\\nthan that of Claiborne. It has always been\\nan honored one. Governor Claiborne had\\nbeen governor of the Mississippi Territory, but\\nwhen Orleans Territory was formed in 1804, he\\nwas appointed its governor, and appointed first\\nstate governor of Louisiana in 181 2. In 18 10,\\nthe Mississippi seaboard was divided into the\\nparishes of Biloxi and Pascagoula, and the year\\nafterward Governor Claiborne sent Dr. Flood\\nto establish these parishes. A good idea of\\nthe sea-shore at that time may be gathered\\n42", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nfrom his communication to Governor Clai-\\nborne\\nIn compliance with your instructions, I\\nembarked in the Alligator on the 5th, and\\nproceeded to Mr. Simon Favre s, on the east-\\nern bank of Pearl river. He is a planter,\\nowns a large stock, and is an educated and\\nvery agreeable gentleman. He accepted the\\ncommission with pleasure, and will make an\\nenergetic officer, and seems greatly to value\\nthe respect you have for him. I hoisted the\\nflag of the United States at Bay St. Louis on\\nthe 8th, and handed the commission to Phillip\\nSaucier, a venerable gentleman of prepossess-\\ning manners and with a patriarchal appear-\\nance. Next day, displayed the flag at the\\nPass, and proceeded to the Bay of Biloxi,\\nwhere I found Mr. Ladnier and gave him the\\ncommission. He is a man of excellent sense,\\nbut can neither read nor write, nor can any in-\\nhabitant of the Bay of Biloxi that I can hear\\nof They are all along this beautiful coast a\\nprimitive people of mixed origin, retaining the\\ngayety and politeness of the French blended\\nwith the abstemiousness and indolence of the\\nIndian. They plant a little rice and a few\\nroots and vegetables, but depend for subsist-\\nence chiefly on game and fish. I left with all\\n43", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthese appointees copies of the laws, ordi-\\nnances, etc., but few laws will be wanted here.\\nThe people are universally honest. There are\\nno crimes. The father of the family or the\\noldest inhabitant settles all disputes. The\\npopulation of Pascagoula parish is about 350\\nof the parish of Biloxi, 420, chiefly of French\\nand Creoles. A more inoffensive and inno-\\ncent people may not be found. They seem to\\ndesire only the simple necessities of life and\\nto be let alone in their tranquillity.\\nBut the Mississippi seaboard has caught the\\nspirit of the times, and feels surging through\\nits every vein the nervous life and progress\\nof the Nineteenth Century. Not so, however,\\nwith all the people of the coast, for there is\\nstill a people in Louisiana charming in primi-\\ntive simplicity. As Charles Dudley Warner\\ntells us, the peculiarity of this community is\\nin its freedom from all the hurry and worry\\nand information of modern life. For them the\\ncustoms and knowledge of 1755 are quite suf-\\nficient, and while some of them are cultured\\nmen and women, the majority can neither read\\nnor write, considering that this especial phase\\nof the worry and information of modern life is\\nunnecessary.\\nIn 1605, a small French settlement was\\n44", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nmade in Nova Scotia the word Acadian is\\nderived from the word Aquoddie, an Indian\\nterm for a fish called the pollock. These\\npeople were of exquisite simplicity of charac-\\nter and habits.\\nThus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian\\nfarmers,\\nDwelt in the love of God and man. Alike were they\\nfree from\\nFear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of\\nrepublics.\\nNeither locks had they to their doors, nor bars to their\\nwindows\\nBut their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of\\ntheir owners\\nThere the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abun-\\ndance.\\nThey were most loyal in their devotion to\\nFrance, but when they passed under the reign\\nof the English this loyalty was feared, espe-\\ncially as their numbers increased alarmingly.\\nFinally they were expelled by the English\\nfrom their beautiful homes, and, penniless and\\nheart-broken, drifted along the Atlantic shore.\\nMany places gave them homes, but the dearest\\nspot discovered by them was the beautiful\\ncountry near New Orleans watered by the\\nTeche. There they were welcomed with gen-\\n45", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nerous hospitality there they found their own\\nlanguage, a genial climate, and rich soil.\\nLongfellow has immortalized the sufferings\\nof the Acadians in his beautiful poem of Evan-\\ngeline Evangeline, the daughter of Benedict,\\nand Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the\\nblacksmith. Separated from her love in that\\ndreadful eviction from their home, for years\\nshe vainly sought him vainly sought him in\\nthe fair Louisiana country\\nSunshine of Saint Eulalie was she called; for that was\\nthe sunshine,\\nWhich, as the farmers believed, would load their orchard\\nwith apples.\\nHe was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of\\nthe morning,\\nGladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought\\ninto action.\\nFar asunder on separate coasts the Acadians landed.\\nScattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind\\nfrom the north-east\\nStrikes aslant through the fogs that darken the banks of\\nNewfoundland.\\nFriendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city\\nto city.\\nSometimes she lingered in towns, till, urged by the fever\\nwithin her,\\n46", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nUrged by a restless longing, the hunger and thirst of the\\nspirit,\\nShe would commence again her endless search and en-\\ndeavor\\nSometimes in churchyard strayed, and gazed on the\\ncrosses and tombstones,\\nSat by some nameless grave, and thought that perhaps in\\nits bosom.\\nHe was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside\\nhim.\\nThus did that poor soul wander in want and cheerless dis-\\ncomfort\\nBleeding, barefooted over the shards and thorns of ex-\\nistence.\\nBut Evangeline s heart was sustained by a vision, that\\nfaintly\\nFloated before her eyes, and beckoned her on through the\\nmoonlight.\\nIt was the thought of her brain that assumed the shape of\\na phantom\\nThrough those shadowy aisles had Gabriel wandered be-\\nfore her.\\nAnd every stroke of the oar now brought him nearer and\\nnearer.\\nFilled was her heart with love, and the dawn of an open-\\ning heaven\\nLighted her soul in sleep with the glory of regions ce-\\nlestial.\\nNor that day, nor the next, nor yet the day succeeding,\\nFound they trace of his course, in lake or forest or river,\\nNor, after many days had they found him.\\n47", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nGabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart was his\\nimage,\\nClothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last she be-\\nheld him.\\nOnly more beautiful made by his deathlike silence and\\nabsence.\\nInto her thoughts of him time entered not, for it was not.\\nOver him years had no power for he was not changed\\nbut transfigured;\\nHe had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not\\nabsent\\nPatience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others.\\nThis was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught\\nher.\\nSo was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices.\\nSuffered no waste nor loss though filling the air with aroma.\\nOther hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to\\nMeekly follow with reverent steps the sacred feet of her\\nSavior.\\nThus many years she lived as a sister of mercy; fre-\\nquenting\\nLonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of the\\ncity.\\nWhere distress and want concealed themselves from the\\nsunhght\\nWhere disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected.\\nAll was ended now, the hope and the fear and the sorrow,\\nAll the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,\\nAll the dull, deep, pain, and constant anguish of patience!\\nAnd as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her\\nbosom.\\nMeekly she bowed her own, and murmured, Father, I\\nthank Thee.\\n48", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nA charming little book, In Acadia, by\\nMargaret Avery Johnston (Mrs. William Pres-\\nton Johnston), gives a complete picture of the\\nAcadians.\\nIn striking contrast to them were the Bara-\\ntarians who lived on the southern coast of\\nLouisiana. The story of one is like a still fair\\nlandscape with softly floating clouds above it\\nthat of the other like the rushing, seething\\nwaters of Niagara, carrying every thing before\\nits strong current one wanted little here be-\\nlow, the other reached out its grasping hands\\nfor all the luxuries of the earth the romance\\nof one was instinct with the gentlest passions\\nthat could stir the human heart, the romance\\nof the other was a dare-devil recklessness and\\nthrilling adventures for the Baratarians were\\nthe followers of the Lafitte brothers, the bold\\nbuccaneers and terrors of the sea.\\nBarataria really included all the gulf coast\\nbetween the Mississippi river and Bayou\\nLaFourche, but the home of the Lafittes was\\non the beautiful island of Grand Terre on\\nBarataria Bay. Miss Grace King gives us the\\npossible derivation of the word It will be re-\\nmembered that Barataria was the name of the\\nisland presented by the frolicsome duchess to\\nSancho Panza for his sins as he learned to\\n49", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nremember it. How or wlien the name came to\\nLouisiana is still to be discovered, whether di-\\nrectly from Don Quixote or from the source\\nwhich supplied Le Sage with it the etymology\\nof the word Barateaii meaning Barato, cheap\\nthings.\\nWhen Lafitte was outlawed and a reward of-\\nfered for his capture, under an assumed name\\nhe accidentally met Madame Claiborne, and so\\ncharmed was she with the fascinating stranger,\\nthat when she returned to the Governor she\\nwas most enthusiastic.\\nGrand Terre is now deserted except, as Laf-\\ncadio Hearn beautifully describes it, by a\\nwhirling flower-drift of sleepy butterflies.\\nCable tells us that in 1795 New Orleans was\\nnothing but a market town. The Cathedral,\\nthe Convent of the Ursulines, five or six cafes,\\nand about a hundred houses were all of it.\\nOnly two dry-goods stores pins, ^20.00 a\\npaper, and poor people had to use thorns\\nfor pins. A needle cost 50 cents, stock-\\nings $5.00 a pair, postage on a letter 50 cents.\\nThe fashions and etiquette allowed only silks\\nand velvets for visits of ceremony, and though\\nyou smothered you obeyed these tyrannical\\nlaws\\nMany amusing stories are told of the great\\n50", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nformahty of those early days, but at the same\\ntime there was often blended with it a humor-\\nous brusqueness and frontier independence.\\nClaiborne gives us a story of camp-life In\\n1798 the first United States troops that came\\ndown the Mississippi were quartered at Fort\\nAdams. Gen. Wilkinson, Col. Hamtramck,\\nMaj. Butler, Capt. Green and other officers\\nwere merry over their punch one night, and the\\ngeneral by some accident got his queue singed\\noff. Next day he issued an order forbidding\\nany officer to appear with a queue. Major\\nButler refused to obey, and was put under ar-\\nrest. Soon after he was very sick, and when\\nhe knew he could not live he made his will, and\\ngave instructions for his burial, which he knew\\nwould be attended by the whole command.\\nBore a hole, said he, through the bottom\\nof my coffin right under my head, and let my\\nqueue come through it, that the d d old ras-\\ncal may see that even when dead I refuse to\\nobey his order. These directions were liter-\\nally complied with.\\nThat early period was not characterized by\\nthe freedom of action and speech which is now\\nenjoyed by our Republic. When the strug-\\ngling colonists demanded of Cadillac that all\\nnations should be allowed to trade freely with\\n51", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthem, and that when they were dissatisfied\\nthey could move out of the province, he was\\nmost indignant. He wrote an angry letter to\\nthe Prime Minister saying Freedom of\\ntrade and freedom of action A pretty thing\\nWhat would become of Crozat s privileges?\\nFortunately, however, all the governors of that\\ntime were not Cadillacs.\\nHaving given a chapter to the Indians, we\\nnow reach a class of people much nearer to us,\\nand that will most probably remain in Dixie so\\nlong as there is a cotton row to be followed by\\na negro, a plow and a mule. The very men-\\ntion of the South brings visions of white cotton\\nfields and looming above them the woolly\\nheads and shiny teeth of the darkey. The\\nresponsibilities of life weigh more heavily upon\\nhim now, and his laughter is not so frequent as\\nit used to be but his sunny disposition is a her-\\nitage of the tropics, and he will always be happy\\nand improvident.\\nBefore entering upon this subject a few words\\nare due to King Cotton, the staple of the\\nSouth. Immediately upon the seacoast the at-\\nmosphere is rather too damp for its production,\\nbut a few miles inland and the Mississippi val-\\nley produces the finest grade of cotton, mak-\\ning New Orleans one of the largest cotton-ship-\\n52", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nphig ports of the world. A variety of cotton\\nseed is used in Mississippi, but for many years\\none of the most popular was the Mexican seed.\\nThis was introduced into the United States by\\na diplomatic ruse, it is said. The story is told\\nthat Gen. Wilknison sent Walter Burling Oi\\nNatchez on a diplomatic mission to Mexico in\\n1806. He dined with the viceroy and re-\\nquested some Mexican seed, but as this was\\nagainst the Mexican law. the viceroy declined.\\nHe told Mr. Burling laughingly over his wine,\\nhowever, that he could take as many Mexican\\ndolls as he wished, and it was tacitly under-\\nstood that these dolls should be stuffed with\\ncotton seed.\\nIn 1708 Bienville wrote to the government\\nto obtain authority to exchange Indians for ne-\\ngroes. *We shall give, said he, three In-\\ndians for two negroes. The Indians, when in\\nthe islands, will not be able to run away, the\\ncountry being unknown to them, and the ne-\\ngroes would not dare to become fugitives in\\nLousiana because the Indians would kill them.\\nThis does not seem to have met with any fa-\\nvorable consideration, and the proposition re-\\nflects no credit on a man of Bienville s fine\\ncharacter The entire ring of it makes an\\nunpleasant impression.\\nWhen Crozat gave up his lease in 171 7, the\\n53", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nc", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nWest India Company leased it for twenty-five\\nyears, and in the charter bound itself to introduce\\n3,000 Africans. Thus early in the history of New\\nEngland, Virginia and Louisiana the blight\\nof slavery was imprinted on the colonies. In\\nJuly, 1720, the first cargo of negroes came.\\nNo humanitarian could advocate slavery, and\\nthere was doubtless pathetic physical and men-\\ntal suffering on those terrible slave ships. We\\nshould remember, however, that these simple,\\nignorant blacks were taken from their homes\\nof absolute darkness and superstition, and\\nthat many Mars Chans and Meh Ladies\\nwere waiting on these southern shores to hold\\nthem in such gentle bonds and teach them\\nsuch loving service, that they forgot that they\\nwere slaves.\\nSlavery has existed in some forms in all\\nages but nowhere upon the pages of history\\ndo we find any- thing like the tender, inexplic-\\nable and devoted bond between the Southern\\nmaster and his slave.\\nIn that sweet long ago what Southern child\\ncould forget the delight of a visit to de quar-.\\nters the rows of nicely whitewashed negro\\ncabins near the white house. There our de-\\nvoted hosts bustled around with noisy hospi-\\ntality, drawing down from the loft some of their\\n55", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ntreasures of hickory nuts, walnuts, and other\\ngoodies roasting eggs for us in the ashes,\\ngiving to us risen pone corn-bread and fresh\\nvegetables for every cabin was provided with\\nits little patch of ground at the back. And\\nthe little piccaninnies rolled over each other on\\nthe floor, like black kittens, a sable heap of\\ndelight\\nOh, de cabin at de quarters, in de ole plantation days,\\nWid de garden patch behine it an de godevine by\\nde do\\nAn de do yard sot wid roses, whar de chillun runs an\\nplays,\\nAn de streak o sunshine, yaller-like, er slantin on\\nde flo\\nAs for mammy, such a thing as rebellion\\nagainst her was almost undreampt of, for she\\nwas high in authority. The lessons that she\\ntaught us in good manners were correct in the\\nextreme, for had she not been mongst de\\nwhite folks long nuff ter know? Some of\\nthe other lessons that she taught sank deep in\\nchildish memory.\\nYou must always burn and not throw\\naway your hair, because the birds will pick\\nit up to make their nests, and that will\\nmake you crazy. If a child teething looks at\\nhimself in the mirror his teething will be pain-\\n56", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nful. If you have a sore on the tip of your\\ntongue it is a sign that you have Hed. If you\\nforget what you were going to say, it is a sign\\nthat you were going to He. If you sweep the\\nfeet of a child with a broom, it will make him\\nwalk early. To cure a wart take a green pea,\\nrub it on the wart, then take the pea and wrap\\nit in a piece of paper and throw it away the\\nperson who will pick it up will get the wart.\\nYou must watch for a full moon if you want to\\nmake soap. In those days, if the smiling but\\ndetermined mothers had not asserted their au-\\nthority and trimmed their babies finger nails,\\nthey would have grown out like little birds\\ntalons and scratched their tender faces. The\\nnurses always insisted that to trim the nails\\nwould make the child steal.\\nThe greatest terror was felt of the will-o\\nthe-wisp. We were told that so surely as we\\nshould go out of the yard after dark, without a\\ngrown person, this unknown fiendish spirit\\nwould catch us and drag us over bogs and\\nthrough bushes, exclaiming all the time, I\\nhave you I have you\\nAll such stories had a perfect fascination for\\nthe children, and the more startling their char-\\nacter, told by these black mammies in the flick-\\nering firelight or by the ghostly moonlight, the\\n57", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ngreater was the shuddering deHght which they\\nproduced.\\nSoutherners are not more superstitious than\\nother people, and they show their wonderful\\nstrength of character in throwing off these\\nnumberless superstitions that they absorbed\\nalmost with their first breath of intellio-ence\\nfrom these devoted attendants.\\nMr. Fortier mentions all of these supersti-\\ntions and many more in his Louisiana Stud-\\nies, and his description of New Year s Day,\\non the southern coast, gives such a vivid and\\ncharming scene of plantation life in Louisiana,\\nthat it is repeated in full\\nAt daylight, on the first of January, the\\nrejoicing began on the plantation every thing\\nwas in an uproar, and all the negroes, old and\\nyoung, were running about, shaking hands\\nand exchanging wishes for the new year.\\nThe servants employed at the house came to\\nawaken the master and mistress and the chil-\\ndren. The nurses came to our beds to present\\ntheir soithaits. To the boys it was always,\\nMo souhaite ke vou bon gar^on, fe plein\\nI argent e ke vou bienhereux to the girls,\\nMo souhaite ke vou bon ke vou gagnin\\nein mari riche e plein piti.\\nEven the very old and infirm, who had not\\n58", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nleft the hospital for months, came to the house\\nwith the rest of r ate lie j^ for their gifts. These\\nthey were sure to get, each person receiving\\na piece of an ox killed expressly for them,\\nseveral pounds of flour, and a new tin pan and\\nspoon. The men received, besides, a new\\njean or cottonade suit of clothes, and the wo-\\nmen a dress and a most gaudy handkerchief,\\nor tignon, the redder the better. Each woman\\nthat had had a child during the year received\\ntwo dresses instead of one. After the soiiJiaits\\nwere presented to the masters, and the gifts\\nwere made, the dancing and singing began.\\nThe scene was indeed striking, interesting and\\nweird. Two or three hundred men and women\\nwere there in front of the house, wild with\\njoy and most boisterous, although always re-\\nspectful.\\nTheir musical instruments were, first, a\\nbarrel with one end covered with an ox-hide\\nthis was the drum then two sticks and the\\njawbone of a mule, with the teeth still on it\\nthis was the violin. The principal musician\\nbestrode the barrel and began to beat on the\\nhide, singing as loud as he could. He beat\\nwith his hands, with his feet, and sometimes,\\nwhen quite carried away by his enthusiasm,\\nwith his head also. The second musician\\n59", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ntook the sticks and beat on the wood of the\\nbarrel, while the third made a dreadful music\\nby rattling the teeth of the jawbone with a\\nstick. Five or six men stood around the\\nmusicians and sang without stopping. All\\nthis produced a most strange and savage\\nmusic, but, withal, not disagreeable, as the\\nnegroes have a very good ear for music, and\\nkeep a pleasant rhythm in their songs. These\\ndancing songs generally consisted of one\\nphrase, repeated for hours on the same air.\\nIn the dance called carabine, and which was\\nquite graceful, the man took his danseuse by\\nthe hand, and made her turn around very rap-\\nidly for more than an hour, the woman waving\\na red handkerchief over her head, and every\\none singing\\nMadame Gobar, en sortant di bal,\\nMadame Gobar, tignon li tombe.\\nThe other dance, called CJiactas, was\\nnot as graceful as the carabine, but was more\\nstrange. The woman had to dance almost\\nwithout moving her feet. It was the man who\\ndid all the work, turning around her, kneeling\\ndown, making the most grotesque and extraor-\\ndinary faces, writhing like a serpent, while the\\nwoman was almost immovable. After a little\\n60", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nwhile, however, she began to get excited, and,\\nuntying her neckerchief, she waved it around\\ngracefully, and finally ended by wiping off the\\nperspiration from the face of her da^iseur, and\\nalso from the faces of the musicians who\\nplayed the barrel and the jawbone, an act\\nwhich must have been gratefully received by\\nthose sweltering individuals.\\nThe ball, for such it was, lasted for several\\nhours, and was a great amusement to us chil-\\ndren. It must have been less entertaining to\\nour parents, but they never interfered, as they\\nconsidered that, by a well-established custom.\\nNew Year s Day was one of mirth and pleas-\\nure for the child-like slaves.\\nNothing in the world could so terribly\\nfrighten a negro as the thought of being\\nhoodooed, and the real voudouism was\\nsomething to be feared. It was a knowledge\\nof the subtle vegetable poisons brought from\\nAfrica by the negroes, and which always\\nmeant slow death to their victims. They\\nprayed to the devil, for they considered him\\nGod, and their dances and religious rites in\\nsecluded places were frightfully grotesque. A\\ngreat deal of voudouism, however, was simply\\nridiculous and harmless ceremonies. Mr. For-\\ntier tells us that one of his friends, passing a\\n6i", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nhouse late at night, saw on the doorsteps two\\nlighted candles and between them four nickels\\nplaced as a cross. Being determined to save\\nthe family from destruction, the gentleman\\nblew out the candles, threw them away, and\\npocketed the nickels. Thus all danger was\\naverted.\\nLouisiana negroes pride themselves upon\\ntheir superiority over the ordinary negro, be-\\ncause many of them have straight hair. This\\nis due, however, to the fact that in the early\\ndays of the colony there were many Indians\\nand neofro slaves workinof toorether, and the\\ntwo races became intermixed. When there\\nwas a mixture of white blood with the negro\\nthe different grades were known as mulatto,\\nquadroons, octaroons and griffes.\\nIn the terrible insurrection of the blacks\\nagainst the whites in San Domingo, 1791,\\na large number of San Domingans found refuge\\nin Louisiana, some bringing slaves. The\\nLouisianians felt the greatest anxiety for fear\\nthat this might cause an uprising by their\\nnegroes, but there was never any serious\\ntrouble on their account.\\nUnder the Black Code before the civil war,\\nmasters were compelled to care for their slaves\\nwhen disabled by old age or sickness. If the\\n62", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nmaster failed to do this, the slave was sent to\\nthe nearest hospital, and the derelict master\\nwas taxed so much a day for his support and\\nif he failed to pay, the hospital had a lien on\\nhis plantation for that amount.\\nThe principle of slavery, however, was ac-\\nknowledged to be wrong, not only by the\\nNorth, but by the South. The trend of South-\\nern thought and legislation was the liberation\\nof the negro, but it was a stupendous subject,\\nwhich time alone could have peacefully solved.\\nIn the revised constitution of Mississippi of\\n1832, a remarkable clause prohibited the in-\\ntroduction of slaves as merchandise or for sale\\nfrom and after May i, 1833. This was when\\nslaves were most remunerative. In the Con-\\nstitution of the Confederate States, the slave\\ntrade was forbidden.\\nIf the North and the South had waited only\\na little longer and had they not made the ter-\\nrible mistake of thinking that war was the only\\nway of settling the question, brother would\\nnever have been arrayed against brother.\\nThe heroes in the blue and in the gray Avould\\nnever have shed their life-blood, and the voice\\nof lamentation would not have been heard all\\nover the land.", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism.\\nCHAPTER IV.\\nNEW ORLEANS.\\nOne of the first poetical names of New Or-\\nleans was Houma, or Sun. The Parisian has\\ntransformed this weed-covered marsh, with Its\\ntrees draped in melancholy gray moss, Into a\\nbrilliant garden filled with flowers and opti-\\nmistic life, for to him life means laughter,\\nlightness and love.\\nWhen the marshy streets were impassable\\nwith mud. It was not sufficient cause to prevent\\njoyous reunions. Upon raised planks on the\\nbanquettes the families went forth first a\\nslave preceding them with lanterns, next\\nanother slave bearing the satin slippers and\\nother articles of full dress that were to be\\ndonned in the dressing-room, and last came\\nthe family. If the evening was too inclement\\nfor the ball, a crier went through the streets\\nand announced it to the sound of a drum, and\\nit was always understood It would take place\\nthe next pleasant evening.\\nLater, when pavements permitted the luxury\\nof carriages and when theaters were built, the\\n64", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nregular evening outfit for a fashionable cavalier\\nwas a stall for four, white kid gloves for the\\nladies, coffee for the party, or perhaps a more\\nexpensive supper at a restaurant. When the\\nOpera House was opened people were con-\\nsidered out of the bounds of cultivated society\\nunless they attended the theater or opera sev-\\neral evenings during the week, and at any\\nhour of the day or evening there came through\\nthe windows that always stood open, soft re-\\nfrains from the opera not alone from the\\nstately drawing-rooms, but from the streets\\nand the slave quarters. All the air seemed\\nvibrant with melody. And meeting some of\\nthe family servants in the French Market, you\\nwere greeted with a quaint curtsey, a happy\\nsmile, and perhaps a quotation from Shak-\\nspeare household words in the families in\\nwhich they served, and all spoken in French.\\nHow vividly these scenes contrast with the\\nearly customs of the Pilgrim fathers in Boston\\nOne all life and light and color the other\\nstern, rugged strength, based upon the aus-\\nterest form of religion. Had the varied ele-\\nments that composed the New Orleans popu-\\nlation landed in Boston, the dignified calm of\\nthat place would have been shaken and shocked\\nto its inmost center.\\n65", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nTo the western Parisian, the picturesque,\\nthe dramatic, and the poetic were inherent\\ncharacteristics, but it was only at times that\\nhis butterfly wings carried him into an excess\\nof frivolity. His heart and his home were\\nopen to the refugees of the earth, wherever\\nthey were persecuted and unfortunate.\\nThere were no blue-coated police, but the\\nwatchmen of New Orleans were arrayed in\\ngorgeous uniforms, and sang forth the hours\\nof the night and the state of the weather until\\nthe rhythmic cadence echoed from street to\\nstreet: Eight o clock and fair. Nine\\no clock and cloudy. In the winter, a cannon\\nwas fired at eight o clock, and in summer at\\nnine o clock, for all subordinates to go to their\\nhomes, and after that time all slaves and strag-\\nglers were required to show passes from their\\nmasters and employers.\\nOn the streets, you met haughty habitans\\nfresh from Canada, rude trappers and hunters,\\nvoyageurs and coureurs de bois plain, unpretend-\\ning Cadians from the Attakapas, arrayed in\\ntheir home-made blue cottonades, and redolent\\nof the herds of cattle they had brought with\\nthem lazy emigre, nobles banished to this\\nnew world under lett7^es de cachet for interferinof\\nwith their king s petit amours or taking too\\n66", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\ndeep an interest in poHtics yellow sirens from\\nSan Domingo, speaking a soft, bastard French,\\nand looking so languishingly out of the corners\\nof their big, melting, black eyes that it was no\\nwonder that they led both young and old\\nastray, and caused their cold, proud sisters of\\nthe sang piir many a jealous heart-ache staid\\nand energetic Germans from the German\\nCoast, with flaxen hair and Teutonic names,\\nbut speaking the purest French, come down to\\nthe city for supplies haughty Castilian sol-\\ndiers, clad in the bright uniform of the Spanish\\ncazadores dirty Indians of the Houma and\\nNatchez tribes, some free, some slaves negroes\\nof every shade and hue from dirty white to\\ndeepest black, clad only in the bragiiet and\\nshapeless woolen shirts, as little clothing as\\nthe somewhat loose ideas of the time and\\ncountry permitted.\\nNot the least important of this varied group\\nwere the Kaintucks, who floated down the\\nriver in their flats or broad-horns, sold their\\nmerchandise, and received for it huge rolls of\\nmoney, which they proceeded at once to spend\\nwith convivial generosity. They felt that there\\nwere but few persons more lordly than them-\\nselves few to whom they should doff their\\ncoonskin caps. With bowie-knives and pistols\\n67", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nstuck above their leathern breeches, it is small\\nwonder that, at their approach, the pompous\\nwatchmen sank into the depths of their gor-\\ngeous uniforms, and neither saw nor heard\\nany depredations upon the quiet of the hour.\\nThere was this difference between the Kain-\\ntucks and Rex, who now annually enters the\\ncity if the keys of the city were not turned\\nover to them, they took possession of them\\nwith perfect good-humor, and held high but\\nharmless carnival for a few days. Then, as\\nnow, the Kentuckian carried with him his\\npluck and energy, his independence and his\\ncorkscrew.\\nThe free speech of the present newspaper\\nreporters would not have accorded with the\\nrigid customs of those times. It was safer\\nthen to indulge in glittering generalities, for\\nthe slightest personalities, the least reflection\\nupon one s honor, called forth a flash of the\\nrapier, or notes were exchanged, and at day-\\nbreak next morning two quiet-looking carriages\\nrolled out to the Oaks, or to some other duel-\\ning-ground near the city. The pen refuses to\\nlinger upon the tragedies of this subject, for\\nthere were dark and desperate tragedies that\\nchilled the heart but as one of God s greatest\\nblessings to us in life, some of the most somber\\n68", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nsubjects are often reHeved with touches of sen-\\ntiment and humor.\\nAll the world loves a lover, and all the world\\nloves a fiorhter, and the duel often combined\\nthe two. Innumerable romances are connected\\nwith this subject. The story is told that a\\nbeautiful Creole girl loved a noble cavalier,\\nbut while her heart thrilled t\u00c2\u00a9 his every touch\\nand word, his ardent devotion was repaid with\\ncapricious frowns, and to others she gave her\\nsmiles and favors. One night, at a ball, she\\naccidentally learned that he was to fight a\\nduel at sunrise the next morning, but not by a\\nsingle word did she betray to him her knowl-\\nedge of this, and with the perversity of a\\nwoman s heart, she yielded not to the plead-\\nings of his softened voice. She was the gay-\\nest of the gay until at three o clock she bade\\nhim good-bye, the flush still on her cheek, the\\nbrightness of her eye undimmed then she\\ndrew around her trembling shoulders her white\\nopera cloak, and waited for the dawn. With\\nthe first ray of light, her ball dress unchanged,\\nshe sprang into her carriage and bade her\\ncoachman drive to the Oaks. Then, sending\\nhim a short distance away, she stood in the\\nshadow of the trees, white and motionless as a\\nstatue, the beating of her heart almost stilled\\n69", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwith its agony of suspense. They came, and\\nwith the first shot her lover fell. She sprang\\nforward, and the brilliant luster of her eyes\\nheld the intensity of a lifetime the spirituelle\\npallor of her face, the indescribable grace of\\nher swaying body, the small satin slippers\\nstained with grass, the silken robe trailing in\\nthe dew, the bare white arms and shoulders,\\nupon which the jewels still gleamed all\\nformed a beautiful picture, in startling contrast\\nwith her grewsome surroundings. But even the\\nendearing tones of her voice seemed to have\\nthe power of calling back his fleeting spirit,\\nfor the surgeon discovered a faint throb of life,\\nand having him tenderly put into her carriage,\\nshe carried him to the city and nursed him\\nback to life and happiness. The citadel of\\nwoman s heart may seem impregnable, but\\nwhen the sweet surrender comes at last, it is\\ncomplete and absolute.\\nThere were many duels in which there was\\nno woman at the bottom of the case, nor in\\nany way connected with it, though this may\\nbe doubted by cynical bachelors and other\\npeople equally agreeable.\\nFortunately, in all cases, the first blood\\ndrawn was sufficient to appease wounded\\nhonor. In many cases the seconds arranged\\n70", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nmatters so that dignity and honor were pro-\\ntected without fataHties, and the Sketch-\\nbook, replete with charming information of\\nNew Orleans, gives one quaint instance where\\nthe principal was quite capable of caring for\\nhis honor and saving his own life. The affair\\nwas between Mons. Marigny, who belonged\\nto one of the oldest families of Louisiana and\\nMr. Humble. Marigny was sent to the Legis-\\nlature in 1817, at which time there was a very\\nstrong political opposition between the Creoles\\nand the Americans, which provoked many\\nwarm debates in the House of Representatives\\nand the Senate. Catahoula parish was repre-\\nsented by a Georgia giant, an ex-blacksmith\\nnamed Humble, a man of plain ways but pos-\\nsessed of many sterling qualities. He was\\nremarkable as much for his immense stature\\nas for his political diplomacy. It happened\\nthat an impassioned speech of Mons. Marigny\\nwas replied to by the Georgian, and the latter\\nwas so extremely pointed in his allusions that\\nhis opponent felt aggrieved and sent a chal-\\nlenge to mortal combat. The Georgian w^as\\nnonplused.\\nI know nothing about this dueling busi-\\nness, said he, I will not fight him.\\n71", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nYou must, said his friend. No gentle-\\nman can refuse.\\nI am not a gentleman, replied the honest\\nson of Georgia, I am only a blacksmith.\\nBut you will be ruined if you do not\\nfight, urged his friends, you will have the\\nchoice of weapons, and you can choose in\\nsuch a way as to give yourself an equal chance\\nwith your adversary.\\nThe giant asked time in which to consider\\nthe question, and ended by accepting. He\\nsent the following reply to Mons. Marigny\\nI accept, and in the exercise of my privi-\\nlege, I stipulate that the duel shall take place\\nin Lake Pontchartrain, in six feet of water,\\nsledge hammers to be used as weapons.\\nMons. Marigny was about five feet eight\\ninches in height and his adversary was seven.\\nThe conceit of the Georgian so pleased\\nMons. Marigny, who could appreciate a joke\\nas well as perpetrate one, that he declared\\nhimself satisfied, and the duel did not take\\nplace.\\nThe Place D Armes, now Jackson Square,\\nwas the commercial and social rendezvous of\\nthe town. Upon its sward the merriest gather-\\nings were held there the itinerant merchant\\nvended his wares, affairs of state were cele-\\n72", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nm", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nbrated, or the gibbet loomed its ghastly frame,\\nor criminals were placed alive in coffins, nailed\\nup, and slowly sawed in two. It was in front\\nof the cathedral, government house and cala-\\nboose, and adjoining the Halle de Boucheries,\\nor old French Market house.\\nThe last name applies to the present market\\nhouse, because it is on the site of the first one\\nused in New Orleans by the French. For\\nyears it has been one of the most charming\\nattractions of New Orleans, with its pictur-\\nesque costumes and booths, its babel of\\nlanguages, its cafe noir, its Indians and quad-\\nroons, its varied nationalities and novel com-\\nmodities. All this is gradually disappearing\\nbefore the possession of the thrifty, practical\\nAmerican, who wears plain clothes and looks\\nlike any other plain man, talks plain English,\\nand sells plain market articles, just as you\\nwould find them in any other plain American\\nmarkets. It is somewhat of a shock to know\\nthat a new market house, with all modern im-\\nprovements, is planned for the old site. One\\nfeels tempted to protest against such an inno-\\nvation, and to go out into the highways and\\nhedges and engage a few Indians and foreign-\\ners to stay a little longer with their shrill but\\ndelightful jargon and their quaint wares.\\n74", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIt Is in just such places as the old French\\nMarket that we would, if possible, stay the\\nfoot of progress. To improve and modernize\\nit is like taking one of the pictures of the old\\nmasters and freshening it up with a little new\\npaint.\\nThe Cathedral is perhaps dearer to the New\\nOrleans people than any other building, and\\ninseparably connected with the history of the\\nplace.\\nThe present building stands on the same site\\nwhere several others have been burned, or\\ndestroyed by storm the first house having\\nbeen a simple shed, when the population was\\nnot more than two hundred. The present\\nbuilding was erected in 1792 by one of the\\nmost remarkable characters who ever lived in\\nNew Orleans, Don Andres Almonaster-y-\\nRoxas. His body rests under the altar, a\\nmarble slab is inscribed to his memory, and\\nthere every Saturday mass is said for the re-\\npose of his soul. Besides building the Ca-\\nthedral, he founded the St. Charles Hospital\\nand its chapel, the chapel of the Lazarists, the\\nchapel of the Ursulines Convent, a hospital\\nfor lepers, schools for little children, the Pres-\\nbytery of the Cathedral, and many other chari-\\ntable institutions.\\n75", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nHis daughter, the Baroness Pontalba, was\\nscarcely less conspicuous in the history of New\\nOrleans. Her wealth, style of living and life\\nsounds like a leaf from fairy land. When she\\nwent to Paris with her husband she bougrht the\\nbeautiful palace containing four hundred rooms,\\nbuilt by Louis XIV for the Due du Maine, but\\nshe afterward built a smaller but just as\\nmagnificent palace for herself. She and her\\nfather-in-law, Baron Pontalba, disagreed pain-\\nfully, and one morning they were found in his\\nlibrary, he quite dead, and her body with many\\nbullet wounds in it. She was at first supposed to\\nbe lifeless, but lived for many years afterward.\\nThe mystery of the scene was never explained.\\nThe picturesque delights of plantation and\\ntown life can be appreciated by giving two\\nscenes from Miss Grace King s charming\\nwork, New Orleans, the Place and the\\nPeople.\\nIt certainly was worth traveling fifty miles\\nto hear Mademoiselle Macarty described by\\nthe nonagenarian historian Gayarre and see\\none of her visits to his grandmother, Madame\\nde Bore, acted. Her carriage, a curiosity in\\nthe colony, was called a chaise it was like a\\nmodern coupe, but smaller, with sides and\\nfront of glass. There was no coachman. A\\n76", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\npostilHon rode one of the spirited horses, a\\nHttle black rascal of a postillion, who always\\nrode so fast and so wildly that his tiny cape\\nstood straight out behind him like wings.\\nWhen in a cloud of dust the vehicle turned\\ninto the Pecan avenue, the little darkies sta-\\ntioned there would shriek out in shrill excite-\\nment to get the announcement to the great\\ngates ahead of the horses, Mam selle Ma-\\ncarty a pe vini, and there would be a rush in-\\nside to throw the gates open in time. And\\nhis cape flying more wildly than ever, his\\nelbows beating the air more furiously, the\\npostillion would gallop his horses in a sweep-\\ning circle through the great courtyard, and\\nbring them panting to a brilliant finale before\\nthe carriage steps. Mons. de Bore would be\\nstanding there with his lowest bow to open the\\ncarriage door and hand the fair one out, and\\nlead her at arms length with stately minuet\\nstep up the broad brick stairs and through the\\nhall to the door of the salon, where they\\nwould face each other, and he would again\\nbow and she would drop a curtesy into the\\nvery hem of her gown her Louis XIV gown\\nfor from head to foot she always dressed in an\\nexact copy of the costume of Madame de\\nMaintenon that is, all to her arms, which\\n77", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwere in Mademoiselle Macarty s youth so ex-\\ntremely beautiful that she never overcame the\\nhabit, even in extreme cold weather and old\\nage, of exhibiting them bare to the shoulders.\\nThe mystery why with her great wealth and\\nher great beauty she had never married re-\\nmained a vivid one even when old age had\\neffaced every thing except the fame of her ra-\\ndiant youth.\\nNot less attractive was Miss King s picture\\nof town life The early rising and cup of\\ncoffee the great court yard stretching open\\nfor all the breezes and all the world that chose\\nto enter the figs, pomegranates, bananas,\\ncrape myrtles, and oleanders glittering in the\\ndew the calls in the street, musical negro\\ncries heralding vegetables, fruits, and sweets\\nBelles des figues Tout chauds Tout\\nchauds Barataria Barataria Confitures\\ncoco Pralines Pistache Pralines Pecanes\\nthe family marchande coming into the court-\\nyard swaying her body on her hips to balance\\nthe basket on her head, sitting on the steps to\\ngive the morning news to the family sitting\\naround the breakfast table on the gallery the\\ndining-room on the ;rj de chaitssce and opening\\ninto the street for all passers by to see, if they\\nwould, the great family board (for there were\\n78", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nno small families in the ancient regime) and\\nthe pompous butler, and the assistant gardi-\\nenne in bright head handkerchief, gold-hoop\\nearrings, white fichu and gay flowered gowns\\nEven the pralines sold on the street have a\\nhistory. Made into large disks of brown sugar,\\npecans, cocoanuts or peanuts, they are delicious.\\nMany dyspeptics have been tempted and\\ntempted again, until the memory of the dainty\\nconfections became one of painful pleasure.\\nIt is said that a nobleman banished from\\nFrance landed in New Orleans, dependent\\nalone upon his wits, but these did not fail him.\\nHe bought a few pounds of sugar and some\\npecans, and established the first of those pop-\\nular stands now seen on so many street corners\\nof the city. He had a wonderful dog who ex-\\namined the picayunes that were given in and\\nthrew out those that were counterfeit, and an\\nequally wonderful monkey whose tricks were\\nnot less attractive. Crowds flocked to his\\nstand, and his empty coffers were soon filled.\\nIn the day time he was the street merchant,\\nbut in the evening he was the courtly noble-\\nman, and, donning his costume de ri^uer, he\\nwas welcomed into the most elegant homes,\\nand his brilliant bon mots quoted every-where.\\nWith his pralines he amassed a fortune. A\\n79", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nsudden change in the pohtical situation of\\nFrance- for France sometimes has these httle\\nchanges restored to him his title and vast\\nestates.\\nNew Orleans is a city of magnificent dis-\\ntances. It is 187 square miles or 119,680\\nacres, but not over one-tenth of this is inhab-\\nited. The reason that the city limits are so\\nimmense is that it is necessary to have this\\ncountry under municipal law for drainage. The\\ngeographical center of the city is a dense\\nswamp, but, when a picture of it was taken and\\nsent to a northern magazine as the heart of\\nthe city, the editors declined to accept it, say-\\ning that the public would not believe such\\nrepresentation to be true.\\nThere are two seasons in New Orleans pe-\\nculiar to the place Mardi Gras is a season of\\nunbounded revelry and joy, but All Saints\\nDay les jours des morts is consecrated to\\nthe dead.\\nIn the early days of the colony many of the\\nyoung people were sent to Paris to be edu-\\ncated, and from that place, in 1827, was in-\\ntroduced the custom of celebrating Mardi\\nGras. It seemed peculiarly appropriate that\\nLouisiana should celebrate Mardi Gras, as\\nIberville and Bienville landed in Louisiana on\\n80", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nMardi Gras Day. The first floats used in\\nsuch celebrations originated in Mobile in 1831\\nby the Cowbellians, and floats were not used\\nin New Orleans until 1857. Rex did not enter\\nthe city until 1872, when he came attended by\\na body guard of xA.rabs.\\nIt was on the occasion of the visit of the\\nGrand Duke Alexis, and since that time he has\\ncome regularly. To Rex the keys of the city\\nare given, and all the people are his most loyal\\nsubjects until the last notes of the carnival die\\naw^ay with the dawn of Ash Wednesday, when\\nhe mysteriously disappears until the next\\nyear s carnival. Mardi Gras is one of the\\nmany joyous occasions of New Orleans, for\\nthe Frenchman believes that this life is worth\\nliving, and fails to adopt the Scotchman s stern\\ncreed You ll be damned if you do, and\\nyou ll be damned if you don t.\\nThere are several organizations devoted to\\nMardi Gras, the oldest being the Mistick\\nKrewe, Twelfth Night Revelers, Knights of\\nMomus, etc. During the year they are busy\\nfor the next celebration, but all in the pro-\\nfoundest secrecy. To appreciate the splendor\\nof Mardi Gras, it must be seen. It is simply\\nmagnificent tableaux representing the finest\\nworks of prose and poetry Lallah Rookh,\\n81", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nMythology, Spenser s Fairie Queen, Homer s\\nTale of Troy, the Romance of Mexico, Mother\\nGoose s Tea Party, the Birds of Audubon, and\\ntoo many others to mention.\\nOn All-saints Day the streets, carriages,\\nstreet cars, and every conceivable vehicle, seem\\nto be moving flower gardens. Every one is\\nladen with flowers dried immortelles made\\nof curled, glazed, white, black and purple pa-\\nper, fragrant flowers covered with sparkling\\ndew, anchors, hearts, crosses and wreaths all\\nwending their way to the city of the dead.\\nThere, for days previous, the scene has been a\\nbusy one. On account of the marshy nature\\nof the soil water being very near the sur-\\nface the dead are generally buried above\\nground in receiving vaults, one above the\\nother. The lots, however, are cleaned of every\\nwithered leaf and twig each lot has its work-\\ners, and outside the city gates the scene is a\\nbusy one. There are venders of sand, grass,\\ngarden tools, even coffee booths every thing\\nthat could be needed by the workers.\\nAt midnight it is said the dead arise, and\\nshaking off the cerements of the grave, greet\\neach other and are free until the dawn. Then,\\nin their narrow homes, they wait for their loved\\nones, for they know that they will come laden\\n82", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nwith flowers. If in the rush and necessities\\nof life during the past year they may at times\\nhave been forgotten, it will not be so to-day,\\nfor the day is theirs. Loving tears will be\\neiven to them, and the tender murmured words\\nwill speak only of their virtues, for their faults\\nwill be forgotten. And when the shadows of\\nevening come they will be left covered with\\nbeautiful flowers and tenderest remembrance.\\nAt each gate a nun stands with orphans be-\\nside her, and their appealing baskets are filled\\nwith coins by the passing crowd.\\nIf New Orleans is one of the gayest of all\\ncities, it is also one of the most devout. The\\nUrsuline Convent, established in 1727 by Louis\\nXV, is the oldest building in the Mississippi\\nvalley, and the oldest convent in the United\\nStates. Of the rioid order of the Discalced\\nCarmelites there are only four in the United\\nStates, one being in New Orleans. When a\\nnun enters this order she is buried to the\\nworld, and her face is never seen again save\\nby her sisters in prayer. Eight hours of the\\nday are given to the church service, and their\\nfast is only lightly broken from the 14th of\\nSeptember until Easter. Their bare cells con-\\ntain only a chair, a table, and a bed made by\\nresting two planks on rude benches these", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nplanks have a little straw on them, and their\\nonly covering is a sheet of serge. They flag-\\nellate their tender bodies until the blood some-\\ntimes falls. For permission to have a drink\\nof water they must ask the mother superior,\\nand the granting of this request is often post-\\nponed if the mother thinks patience can stand\\nself-denial a little longer. At night their sup-\\nper is two ounces of bread measured out to\\neach the weight of four soda crackers with\\na little tea or wine. They desire to suffer as\\nJesus suffered in the world, and by their pray-\\ners and penance these lovely, living saints en-\\ndeavor, in a measure, to expiate the sins of the\\nworld.\\nWhere the famous quadroon balls were given\\nthere is now a colored convent. The subject\\nof the quadroons is one of the saddest of all\\nthe minor chords of love and suffering in the\\nhistory of New Orleans. These beautiful\\nwomen, with their liquid dark eyes, their rich\\ncomplexions tinged with brilliant color, their\\ngraceful figures, gleaming jewels and elegant\\ndresses, won the devotion of ardent admirers\\nand wrecked the happiness of many homes.\\nBut a change came over the spirit of the\\ntimes. The quadroon balls ceased to exist,\\nbut the beautiful women still lived, knowing\\n84", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthat their white blood lifted them far above the\\nnegro circles, and that their negro blood closed\\nagainst them the social circles of irreproach-\\nable standing. In anguish of spirit they felt\\nthat in all the wide world there was no resting\\nplace for their weary feet. But the church,\\nwith divine compassion, forgave them for a sin\\nthat was not theirs, and enfolding many of\\nthese sinless souls of a sinful love in her pro-\\ntecting arms, they found purity, usefulness and\\nhappiness in a convent.\\nWhere music and dancing once sounded,\\nthere is now the noiseless footstep of the nun\\nwhere the beautiful, restless eyes once told\\nof weary hearts, there is now the benediction\\nof peace and where the siren s voice once\\nlured to destruction, the nun s murmured prayer\\nlifts the struggling soul heavenward.\\nNew Orleans also has its ghost stories,\\nespecially that of the Haunted Exchange.\\nThis house was once the scene of hospitable\\nelegance, its wealthy mistress a leader in\\nevery public enterprise. For years, however,\\nshe secretly treated her slaves with the utmost\\ncruelty. So little was any thing of this kind\\ntolerated by the people, that, when it was dis-\\ncovered, an indignant mob rushed to the\\nhouse, threw the costly ornaments into the\\nS5", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nstreet, and only the dismantled walls were left\\nstanding. The terrified mistress escaped by\\na back street, where a carriage was w^aiting,\\nand fled to France, from which place she\\nnever dared to return.\\nThe house is still pointed out to strangers,\\nand, in low tones and with many significant\\nglances, the story is told that no one who has\\never lived there has prospered since that night\\nof righteous indignation. The writer, how-\\never, has recently visited the place, and found\\nthe occupants looking like people who eat and\\nsleep with good average comfort. Neither\\ndid they seem disposed to unfold any tales\\nthat would harrow the soul and make each\\nparticular hair to stand on end.\\nHistory opens her pages of interest to us,\\nbut it is not more charming than the object\\nlessons of the past received from varied archi-\\ntecture, monuments, and names of streets.\\nEven the epitaphs of the cemeteries speak in\\nsilent but eloquent language of the great ones\\nof church and state, or the lowly ones in their\\nhumble walks of life who have helped to make\\nthe history of the place its varied language\\ntells of the successive possession of French,\\nSpanish and American, or the tie of love\\nbetween master and slave. Nothing could be\\n2 6", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nmore simple and touching than an epitaph\\nin Girod Cemetery: Mammy, aged 84;\\na faithful servant. She lived and died a\\nchristian.\\nAfter the disastrous fires of 1780 and 1794,\\nthe temporary French frame houses were\\nsuperseded by the substantial Spanish houses\\nwith their tiled roofs, their quaint balconies\\njutting far over the streets to be socially near\\ntheir neighbors across the way, their great\\nopen courts, odd windows, and all that goes\\nto make the picturesque.\\nIn his book, The Manhattaner in New Or-\\nleans, Oakey Hall was most enthusiastic over\\nthe names of the streets in New Orleans, and\\npronounced them more beautiful than those of\\nany other city in the Union. They mark the pro-\\ngress of the city step by step. Ursuline tells us\\nof the arrival of the good nuns in 1727, the first\\nreal educators of the city Hospital street,\\nthe founding of the hospital the Napoleonic\\ncraze was marked by the names of a number\\nof streets Napoleon avenue, Jena, Auster-\\nlitz, and a number of others. In their love\\nfor the classics, any number of Greek and\\nLatin names were adopted. They captured\\nall the Muses and Graces, but their names\\nare so filtrated through French pronunciation\\n87", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthat Parnassus itself could scarcely recognize\\nits representatives.\\nThe monuments of the city are not all cast\\nin bronze and marble in cold commemora-\\ntion of the dead, but many of them are the\\nhomes for the living, the sick, and suffering;\\nor they open the halls of knowledge to the\\nstruggling masses, and give them footholds\\ninto higher walks of life. And around some\\nof these buildings are woven such stories of\\nromance that we forget the realism of their\\nbrick and mortar, awd through and through\\nthey become to us palaces beautiful.\\nTo John McDonogh the public schools owe\\nuntold gratitude, and yet his life was one of\\nbitter disappointment, and his days were spent\\nin sorrow and isolation. When a young man,\\nhe came from Baltimore to New Orleans, and\\nhis elegant bachelor home was the center of\\ngayety and refinement. He loved and was\\nbeloved by a beautiful accomplished girl, but\\nshe was a Roman Catholic and he was a\\nProtestant, and her parents were unyielding\\nin their opposition. She joined the Ursuline\\nnuns, and he closed his beautiful home and\\nbecame a business automaton. There was\\nonly one bright spot to him in each year as\\nit passed when she became Mother Superior\\n88", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nof the Convent, he with others was allowed\\non New Year s Day a brief, ceremonious call.\\nSo entirely did he deny himself all the luxuries\\nof life that he was often slightingly mentioned\\nas a miser.\\nBut his soul was not slumbering, for when\\nit winged its flight from the worn-out, dis-\\ncrepit, and lifeless body, a will was found with\\ntenderest provision for the poor and needy.\\nHis vast wealth was divided between the\\nschools of Baltimore and New Orleans, and a\\npathetic clause in his will asked that little chil-\\ndren would come and lay flowers on his grave\\nonce a year.\\nJudah Touro also loved and was beloved,\\nbut the objection of her family was insur-\\nmountable. He buried his broken heart in\\na life of active business and broad charity.\\nTo himself he denied every luxury, but to\\nthe needy his purse was open. For the\\nDispersed of Judah he built a magnificent\\nsynagogue, the ground alone costing $60,000.\\nThe Touro Infirmary cost $40,000; he gave\\n$20,000 to the Bunker Hill monument, $40,000\\nto the Jewish Cemetery, at Newport, Rhode\\nIsland, and any number of other charities.\\nEvery city has its examples of transition from\\npoverty to wealth, or from wealth to poverty,\\n89", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nbut for these changes of fortune New Orleans\\nseemed to have an underlying current of sen-\\ntiment peculiarly her own.\\nJulian Poydras commenced his career in\\nNew Orleans with a pack on his back, yet in\\na few years he entertained at his home, with\\nroyal magnificence, Louis Phillippe, Duke of\\nOrleans, and his party, and it is said he fur-\\nnished the exiled prince with money. At his\\ndeath he left twelve hundred slaves, with in-\\nstructions that they should be freed this,\\nunfortunately, however, was never done. He\\nfounded the Poydras Asylum, a college for\\nindigent orphans, and gave innumerable other\\ncharities. To several parishes he bequeathed\\n$30,000, the interest of which was to be given\\neach year to the dowerless young girls who\\nmarried during the year. Mr. Poydras was\\nnever married, but who can tell what tender\\nmemory may have dwelt in the heart that re-\\nceived this poetic inspiration to give to others\\nthat sweetest of all blessings dearer than\\nfame, dearer than wealth domestic happiness.\\nIn New Orleans was erected the first statue\\nin the United States to a woman and that\\nwoman was simply a washerwoman, a dairy\\nwoman and baker who drove her own cart\\nand delivered her goods at back doors, and\\n90", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\ncr\\np\\nc", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ncould neither read nor write but when she\\ndied, the highest dignitaries of the city honored\\nher memory, and her statue in its homely at-\\ntire, was placed in front of one of the orphan\\nasylums that she had befriended.\\nThe orphans of the city were in great need,\\nand in her cart she gathered every-where food\\nand old clothes for them, and she gave to them\\nwith lavish generosity from her small earnings\\nbut the more she gave the more fortune seemed\\nto smile on her, until her bakeries grew from\\nsmall beginnings to immense profitable estab-\\nlishments, and all the orphans of the city con-\\nsidered her their best friend.\\nThere are several varieties of that being\\npoetically described by Rudyard Kipling, as\\nA rag, a bone, and a hank of hair. Some\\nare pieces of delicate, beautiful bric-a-brac\\nintended only for parlor ornament some are\\nutterly without ornament, but with hearts that\\nradiate sunshine all about them, and with\\nstrong shoulders that not only bear their own\\nburdens, but those of the helpless and dependent.\\nSuch a woman was Margaret Haughery, and\\nthere is no name enshrined with more rever-\\nence and respect in the hearts of New Orleans\\npeople than that of this lowly but wonderful\\nphilanthropist.\\n92", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIt is impossible to mention all the charming\\nincidents of New Orleans in one chapter, nor\\nto dwell on its many elegant clubs, its regattas,\\nits sports, its universities, libraries, public\\nbuildings, nor its many wonderful characters.\\nIt was here that Adah Isaacs Menken com-\\nmenced her brilliant checkered career here\\nthat Paul Morphy lived, the champion chess\\nplayer of the world, who received in London,\\nParis and elsewhere royal ovations and in\\nNew Orleans was commenced the wonderful\\nlaw suit of Myra Clark Gaines, which dragged\\nits slow length along for many years.\\nTo history is left the details of the exultant\\nwelcome given to the hero of Chalmette, and\\nthe despair and disorder of New Orleans when\\nin 1862 Farragut entered it. A city of burn-\\ning cotton, its fine docks at Algiers destroyed,\\nits gutters running with molasses, its stores\\nopened for the people to help themselves, in\\norder that such supplies should not fall into the\\nhands of the enemy. Nor shall we dwell on\\nthat period after the war when the noble state\\nof Louisiana was given over to the rule of the\\ncarpet-bagger and the negro when the state\\nhall of the old St. Louis Hotel that had\\nechoed to the silver-tongued eloquence of\\nrefinement and culture resounded to corn-field\\n93", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nlung power, of which the following is a\\nsample: Dat de gen lm from de parish of\\nSt. Ouelquechose was developing assurtions\\nand expurgating ratiocinations clean agin de\\nfust principles of law and equity.\\n94", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCHAPTER V.\\nBEAUVOIR AND THE MYSTERIOUS MUSIC OF THE\\nSEA.\\nThe sea-coast has felt each heart-throb of\\nthe nation s history. She has welcomed to\\nher shore the heroes of her own and other\\nlands. In the depths of her solitude, brave\\nmen have dreamed of the future greatness of\\nthis country, and nature has smiled upon their\\nbudding hopes, or wept with them over the\\nsere and yellow leaf of their failures and dis-\\nappointments. Nature is a confidante who\\nnever betrays the most exquisite suffering,\\nwho never jars us by idle words, but in her\\nown sweet, silent way uplifts, soothes, and\\ncomforts.\\nIt is here that the rippling waters of the\\ngulf bring the languor of the tropics to meet\\nthe thrifty energy of the North, and here the\\nrefugees from San Domingo, France, and all\\nthe points of the earth have wept over a past\\nthat could not be recalled, or found oblivion\\nof their troubles in renewed prosperity and\\nhappiness. Changing with each season, nature\\n95", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nhere is always beautiful as beautiful now as\\nwhen, two hundred years ago, La Salle took\\npossession of the lands of Louisiana and the\\ng-reat river in the name of his kinp;, and the\\ncathedral bells of Canada rang out exultant\\nover the fame of his great discovery bells,\\nhowever, that soon tolled the news of his death\\nby the assassin s blow. His only heritage of\\nthe vast area that he had discovered was six\\nfeet of ground as a resting-place the only\\nearthly possession that the greatest can claim\\nafter life s fitful fever is over. The name oi\\nthe fort of Croeve Coeur testified that when\\nhe reached the last days of his long and noble\\nlife, he was broken-hearted.\\nIt was here that the youthful Bienville, the\\nfather of Louisiana, brought a statesmanship\\nthat has not since been excelled, and that\\ntaught him to deal successfully with the In-\\ndians. Here he fought his battles of victory\\nand defeat, and bore all the hardships of pio-\\nneer life, until, calumniated by his rivals, he\\nbecame broken-spirited and discouraged. In\\nhis old age, he turned his reluctant steps to\\nFrance, but left his heart and dearest hopes\\nwith the land of his adoption.\\nThe end of life has often brought to the\\n97", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ngreat hearts of the earth misconstruction and\\nsorrow.\\nIt has not been many years since these sad\\nsea waves sang the requiem of Southern woe,\\nand soothed the last days of a man who em-\\nbodied the rise and fall of Confederate hopes\\nJefferson Davis.\\nBeauvoir, with its beautiful view of the sea,\\nis one of the favorite spots of interest to both\\nnorthern and southern tourists. There are\\nsome visitors to Beauvoir frivolous and indif-\\nferent, but before the silent grandeur of the\\nplace the light laughter and jesting words are\\nhushed. There is an indescribable influence in\\nthe stately oaks with their mournful swaying\\ngray moss, the broad verandas with their\\nfluted columns, the silence of the deserted\\nrooms, the white draperies that enwrap furni-\\nniture and bric-a-brac and stand around like\\nghostly phantoms, the books that seem to be\\nfalling from the shelves from disuse and old\\nage, the empty chair in which Mr. Davis thought\\nand planned his book, The Rise and Fall of\\nthe Confederate Government, the floating\\ncobwebs, the crumbling plastering and the\\ntangled flower beds and undergrowth. These\\nteach earth s inexorable law that all things ani-\\nmate and inanimate, exalted and humble, must\\n98", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nyield to destruction and oblivion. There is\\nsomething in the sorrows of a great man which\\nappeals to the latent nobility of every heart,\\nand in all ages the chivalry of the victor to the\\nvanquished has met with the plaudits of the\\nearth, but it is not the object of this little book\\nto enter into the rights and wrongs of the civil\\nwar, for Time s obliterating touch is rapidly re-\\nmoving the scars of that unfortunate period.\\nEven now, in a distressed island, the honor\\nof the United States is jealously guarded by\\nan ex-Confederate General.\\nWith his own hands he has placed the old\\nflag above his couch. At night his last glance\\nrests upon it as dreams of home and native\\nland succeed the anxious responsibilities of the\\nday and when morning comes, his first waking\\nglance dwells upon its brilliant folds, and his\\ndevotion to it can not be questioned.\\nIn this crisis of his country s history, the\\ngreat, loyal heart of Fitzhugh Lee knows no\\nsectional lines of North and South, but he does\\nknow that a Solid South is ready to rise in de-\\nfense of the nation s honor.\\nIt had been far better for the world from the\\nbeginning, however, had the gates of Janus\\nnever unclosed, for when war descends, even\\nupon the most civilized nations, it means deso-\\n99", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nlation, pain and anguish, and the trail of the\\nserpent is over it all.\\nSoon after the late war, Mrs. Sarah A. Dorsey\\nwelcomed to her home, Beauvoir, the Confed-\\nerate President and his family.\\nShe was a woman of fine mind and gener-\\nous impulses. She was not only a good histo-\\nrian, but a fine linguist. Brilliant and restless,\\nshe had felt an infinite longing all her life for\\nsomething higher and better than the ordinary\\nroutine of life, and in making her home the\\nrefuge for a broken heart, she found the peace\\nof a mission fulfilled.\\nHer friendship for Mrs. Davis had begun in\\ntheir schooldays, and alternately they acted as\\namanuensis for Mr. Davis in preparing the\\nfirst volume of his book.\\nAs the home of Mr. Davis, Beauvoir bes^\\ncame the Mecca of the South and a spot of j\\ngreatest interest to the North. Visitors from|\\nall sections of the United States were received\\nwith a simple hospitality that befitted his for-\\ntunes, and the refined, cultivated atmosphere\\nof his home gave to it an indescribable charm.\\nIt was most natural that Mr. Davis s friends\\nshould be enthusiastic over him, but the fol-\\nlowing sketch of him has been given by the\\nTOO", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nhistorian, Mr. James Redpath, a Hfelong poHti-\\ncal opponent\\nHe seemed the ideal embodiment of\\nsweetness and light. I never heard him\\nspeak an unkind word of any man. His man-\\nner could best be described as gracious, so\\nexquisitely refined, so courtly, yet heart-warm.\\nThe dignity of most of our public men reminds\\none of the hod-carrier s store suit. Mr.\\nDavis s dignity was as natural and charming\\nas the perfume of the rose the fitting ex-\\npression of a serene, benign, and comely moral\\nnature.\\nOne rare characteristic he possessed, which\\nshould have recommended him to his stronorest\\nopponents it is said of him that he was an\\norator who gave close attention to the neces-\\nsity of stopping when he was done. Many\\nbrilliant men, from time immemorial, have\\nbeen unable to stop when they were done,\\nwhether it was a flight of oratory, a social call,\\nor any of those pleasant scenes in life when a\\nlittle would be most bright and restful, and a\\nlittle too much would be most witless and bur-\\ndensome.\\nThe life of Mr. Davis was one of strange\\nand romantic vicissitudes. At West Point, he\\nwas the classmate of R. E. Lee, and when the\\nlOI", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nBlack Hawk was begun, it is said that at Fort\\nSnelling he administered to Abraham Lincoln\\nhis first oath of allegiance to the United\\nStates. In that wild frontier life, these two\\nyoung men, who were afterward to figure so\\nconspicuously in the history of their country,\\nlearned the art of Indian warfare, and saw an\\neagle s feather added to a warrior s head-dress\\nfor each scalp he took. There they went to\\nthe gumbo balls of Wisconsin, where a bowl\\nof gumbo and an ample slice of bread consti-\\ntuted the refreshments, and an old-fashioned\\nfiddle furnished the music, and gave more\\npleasure than is often given now by a full or-\\nchestra to tired revelers.\\nThe tragic death of Mr. Lincoln was a great\\nmisfortune to the South. Genial and kind-\\nhearted, he had shown a desire, after the sur-\\nrender, to be just to that section of country.\\nThe man who had so long dwelt in the shadow\\nof stage tragedy sent a thrill of horror through\\nthe North and South by his last acting.\\nBoth Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Davis were\\nsocial and possessed a keen sense of humor,\\nand to Mr. Davis especially this was a buoy-\\nant comfort in the last scenes of his life.\\nAn appeal to the humorous side of his\\nnature was almost irresistible, as instanced by\\nI02", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthe following note received during one of the\\ndarkest periods of the war\\nDear J/r. Preside^it I want you to let\\nJeems C. of Company Oneth, South Carolina\\nRegiment, come home and get married. Jeems\\nis willin I is willin his mammy says she is\\nwillin but Jeems Captain he aint willin\\nNow, when we are all willin cep n Jeems\\nCaptain, I think you might let up and let\\nJeems come. I ll make him go straight back\\nwhen he s done got married and fight just as\\nhard as ever.\\nYour affectionate friend, etc.\\nMrs. Davis tells us, in her Memoirs of Mr.\\nDavis, that he could not refuse this earnest\\nrequest from an affectionate friend.\\nMuch has been said of the reckless extrava-\\ngance of Southern people, but perhaps this\\nextravagance reached its height during the\\nwar. While the thrifty New Englander was\\ngiving $5.00 an ounce for quinine, the spend-\\nthrift Southerner, in 1865, did not hesitate\\n(when he could get it) to pay ;f 1,700.00 an\\nounce. He gave from $125.00 to $150.00 for\\na pair of shoes, $300.00 for a barrel of flour,\\n$3,000.00 for a plain suit of clothes, and\\n103", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\n$125.00 for a penknife. A dinner for one man\\nsometimes cost $500.00 but, then, who has\\nnot heard of the Southern tables laden with\\nevery delicacy that could be desired? At\\nthis time the people absolutely seemed to fail\\nto appreciate the value of their money, and\\nsometimes threw it away or burned it. The\\nunique fashions also have never been dupli-\\ncated before or since. Ladies adopted the\\ncustom of wearing shoes made from old sails\\nand carpets they used parched sweet pota-\\ntoes, corn or okra for coffee homespun\\ndresses had never been at such a premium\\nsince pioneer days, and silks and velvets were\\nentirely out of style. In fact the description\\nof the eccentric fashions of that time could\\neasily fill a large and interesting volume.\\nStrangely enough for a fashion book, however,\\nit would be one that could only be read twixt\\na smile and a tear.\\nWhen the Liberty Bell was taken from\\nPhiladelphia to New Orleans, Mr. Davis met\\nit at Biloxi, January 26, 1885. The committee\\ninvited him most cordially to go with them to\\nNew Orleans, and in response to a speech of\\nwelcome Mr. Davis spoke with an eloquence\\nthat thrilled his hearers. His little grand-\\n104", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\ndaughter patted the bell with her tiny hands\\nand lisped, God bless the dear old bell.\\nMr. Davis died in New Orleans on the 6th\\nof December, 1889.\\nOne by one, nearly all of the leaders of the\\nNorth and the South have answered to the\\nlast call and sleep in their last camping ground.\\nPerhaps no one has versed these thoughts\\nmore beautifully than Mrs. Margaret Hunt\\nBrisbane\\nSleep, brothers, sleep!\\nYour fame will keep\\nAs fresh and pure as the winds that sweep\\nO er ferny fell and fen\\nIn whiter tents than we ever knew,\\nIn peace eternal, grand and true,\\nTo-day the fallen gray and blue\\nAre camped with God.\\nVery near Beauvoir is the Sea Shore Camp\\nGround of the Methodist Episcopal Church.\\nIt belongs to the New Orleans, Mobile and\\nSea Shore District Conference. It is quite a\\ncharming place, and has a frontage of 1,400\\nfeet and is two miles deep. This camp ground\\nproves that the good old customs are not all\\nobsolete, and who knows but that these soul-\\nstirring Methodist hymns, as they are carried\\nfar out over the gulf in wave after wave of\\n105", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nsound, are not caught beneath the water and\\ngiven back to us in that strange, mysterious\\nmusic of the sea Some of the old negroes\\ntell that in that long ago when their sea-shore\\nrevivals were held, many of their members\\ncame through with religious ecstacy, and\\nrushing into the sea believed it to be the river\\nJordan washing away their sins. They say\\nthat the sea imprisoned these wild shouts and\\nsinging, and that the storms free these sounds\\nand they come back to us in strange, fitful\\nnotes.\\nWhen we reach the poetic subject of the\\nmysterious music of the gulf, Science bends\\nher knitted brows in thought, and a wild, sweet\\nrange is given to the touch of romance. Some\\nof the legends regarding this music are given\\nin the following poem, written by Mrs. Laura\\nF. Hinsdale\\nThere is a time when summer stars are glowing,\\nAnd night is fair along the Southern shore,\\nThe sailor resting when the tide is flowing\\nHears somewhere near below his waiting oar\\nA haunting tone, now vanishing, now calling,\\nNow lost, now luring like some elfin air;\\nIn murmurous music fathoms downward falling,\\nIt seems a dream of song imprisoned there.\\nio6", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nThe legend tells a phantom ship is beating\\nOn yonder bar, a wanderer evermore,\\nIts rhythmic music, evanescent, fleeting,\\nStirs the lagoon and echoes on the shore.\\nO phantom ship, dost near that port Elysian\\nWhere radiant rainbow colors ever play\\nShall hope s mirage return a blessed vision.\\nAnd canst thou find a joy of yesterday\\nThe legend tells of a pale horseman fleeing\\nWhose steed the gnomes with metals strange have shod,\\nWho on and on, a distant summit seeing.\\nHis way pursues in ocean paths untrod.\\nHis spectral hoofs by the evangel bidden\\nIn far Carillons beat in measure low.\\nElusive tone dost near where that is hidden\\nWhich made the music of the long ago\\nThe legend tells of sirens of the ocean\\nThat wander, singing, where the sea palms rise.\\nAnd through the songs intense and measured motion\\nI seem to hear their soft imprisoned sighs.\\nThey lure me like the spell of a magician\\nOnce more I see the palaces of Spain,\\nI feel the kindling thrill of young ambition\\nThe tide sweeps on, the song is lost again.\\nThe legend tells of vocal sea sands sifting.\\nWith vibrant forces, resonant and strong.\\nAnd on the surging sand-dunes fretting, drifting.\\nLike broken hearts that hide their grief in song.\\nTell me, white atoms, in your sad oblation\\nOf drift that lies so deep that none may scan.\\nIs it forgotten in God s great creation\\nWho formed the fleeting hour-glass life of man\\n107", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nThe legend tells of those who long have slumbered,\\nA forest race too valorous to flee,\\nWho when in battle by their foes outnumbered\\nWith clasping hands came singing to the sea.\\nThe ocean drew them to her hidden keeping.\\nThe stars watched o er them in the deep above\\nTheir death lingers, but the tones of weeping\\nTell the eternity of human love.\\nThis last verse embodies the sweetest, sad-\\ndest, and most generally accepted of all the\\nlegends. This music is heard more distinctly\\nat Pascagoula than any other point on the\\ncoast. The sound is like that of an Eolian\\nharp when stirred by a soft, gentle wind.\\nThis is the pathetic story of the Pascagoula\\ntribe\\nIt was one of the most powerful on the sea-\\ncoast, and ruled over what is now Pascagoula,\\nScranton, and Moss Point. Olustee, the son\\nof the chief, while hunting, met Miona, the\\ndaughter of a neighboring chief, and together\\nthey learned the sweet old story. Olustee\\nbegged that she would come to his people and\\nbe the light of his wigwam, but with tears she\\ntold him that her father had pledged her to the\\nfierce Otanga, the chief of the Biloxis. Her\\nlove for Olustee, however, proved to be greater\\nthan her fear of her father, and, yielding to his\\nentreaties, she fled with him to Pascagoula.\\nio8", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCoosa, his father, the great chief, was charmed\\nwith her beauty, sweetness, and grace, and\\nthe next day, midst the rejoicing of the tribe,\\nthe nuptials were to take place. The wrathful\\nOtanea heard of the flight of his bride, and\\njoining her father, they fell that night upon\\nthe sleeping tribe of the Pascagoulas. Bravely\\nthe latter fought, but Olustee, seeing that his\\ntribe was about to be conquered, begged that\\nthey would deliver him to the enemy, as he\\nhad been the cause of strife, but Miona said\\nOtanga wants but me,\\nAnd, as this bloody war was for my sake.\\nGive me to him, and he will leave thee free.\\nThe brave warriors swore, however, that\\nthey would either save their chieftain and his\\nbride or perish with them in the sea that their\\ntribe should never be in subjection to the hated\\nBiloxians. And so, when all hope was lost,\\nsquaws and children led the way, the braves\\nfollowed with chants of victory, and all plunged\\ninto the sea. The last victims, after a tender\\nembrace, being Olustee and the beautiful\\nMiona. Together they went to the Happy\\nHunting Grounds.\\nBienville heard this music of the sea, and\\nrecords it in his narrative but neither poetry\\n109", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nnor science has yet discovered the Rosetta\\nstone by which the mystery can be solved.\\nIn the Popular Science Monthly (April, 1890),\\nMr. Chas. E. Chidsey has an article on the\\nmysterious music of Pascagoula. He ad-\\nvances the theory of Darwin and Charles\\nKingsley as to similar music heard on the\\nsouthern coast of France. In his Descent\\nof Man, Darwin says: The last point\\nwhich need be noticed is that fishes are known\\nto make various noises, some of which are de-\\nscribed as musical. Dr. Dufosse, who has\\nespecially attended to this subject, says that\\nthe sounds are voluntarily produced in several\\nways by different fishes; by the friction of the\\npharyngeal bones by the vibration of certain\\nmuscles attached to the swim bladder, which\\nserves as a resounding board, and by the vi-\\nbration of the intrinsic muscles of the swim\\nbladder. By this latter means, the Trigla\\nproduces pure and long drawn sounds, which\\nrange over nearly an octave. But the most\\ninteresting case for us is that of two species\\nof Ophidium, in which the males alone are\\nprovided with a sound-producing apparatus,\\nconsisting of small, movable bones with proper\\nmuscles in connection with the swim bladder.\\nThe drumming of the Unbrinas in the Euro-\\n1 10", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\npean seas is said to be audible from a depth\\nof twenty fathoms, and the fishermen of Ro-\\nchelle assert that the males alone make the\\nnoise during spawning time, and that it is pos-\\nsible, by imitating it, to take them without\\nbait. Prof. G. Brown Goode, in his Amer-\\ncan Fishes, mentions several species to which\\nthe name drum has been given, because of\\ntheir ability to produce sound.\\nBut who would believe that this dream of\\nsong comes from a drum or any other kind of\\nfish, when we can enter the vast realms of fancy\\nand learn that it is sound from a phantom ship,\\nor the echo from the spectral hoofs of the pale\\nhorseman s steed as he pursues the oceans\\npaths, or that it is the siren s alluring voice\\nor imprisoned sighs, or that it is the vocal sea\\nsands drifting, or the lament of Indian ro-\\nmance\\nLike a mirage from the past, tradition brings\\nto us visions of romance and adventure with\\nevery step that we take upon this enchanted\\nshore. Even the flowers distill their fragrance\\nwith memories of the past, and the white\\nCherokee rose bends and blooms as sweetly\\nnow as it did in that night of long ago, when\\nits soft radiance illuminated the pathway of the\\ngood Father Davion. Lost in the tangled\\nIII", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ndepths of palmetto and swaying reeds, he\\nvainly sought the pathway to Fort Louis. At\\nlast the light from a Cherokee encampment\\ngleamed upon him, and there he found refuge.\\nThat night he prayed long and earnestly that\\nhe might be restored to his people. Sleep\\ncame and\\nIn a dream he saw once more his mother s tender eyes\\nBending above him in the Hght that fell from Paradise.\\nPointing to a snow-white flower, she told\\nhim that it would lead him to his home. In a\\npathway of light the roses descended from\\nHeaven to earth, and above them he saw\\namone the stars, the Master s crown of thorns.\\nWaking, he found, with joyous wonder, the\\nflowers blooming around him, and extending\\nfar into the depths of the forest. Ever before\\nhim they sprang up to mark his pathway\\nFollow, they seemed to whisper, for we are leading\\nthee\\nOnward and ever onward to the old fort by the sea.\\nOver white sand dunes they led him, and\\nwhen swollen bayous were reached, they\\ntangled their tiny tendrils into strong bridges\\nupon which he crossed. On and on they led\\nhim until at Fort Louis he heard the joyous\\nwelcome of Sauvolle and his comrades. And in\\n112", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthe forest we still find this Cherokee rose\\nwith its snow-flake petals and heart of\\ngolden light.\\nSometimes on dark summer nights when\\nmoon and stars forget to shine, a soft light\\ndescends upon the waters illuminating sea and\\nshore, and the mariner stills the uplifted oar\\nand bows his head in reverential memory of\\nwoman s faith and woman s love.\\nIn the early days of the colony, when the\\nlittle band struggled with disease and hard-\\nship, famine stalked into their midst, and, lift-\\ning its skinny hand, laid a deadly touch upon\\nits victims. The grand monarch, hearing the\\nvoice of his children crying for bread, sent a\\nship across the stormy waters laden with all\\nthat could relieve their distress.\\nThe white sails were about to be unfurled\\nwhen a beautiful woman, Eona, tearful and\\nflushed, knelt at the feet of her king, and\\nbegged that her lover, only yesterday given to\\nher in the bonds of wedlock, should not be\\nsent to this far-away land of unknown trial and\\ndanger.\\nWhat! said the king with reprovmg\\nglance. Do you forget his duty as a soldier,\\nand would you unnerve the courage that\\nshould rescue the destitute and starving?\\n113", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nc\\nu", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nThe roses faded from her cheeks as she\\nfainted beneath the reahzation of her sorrow.\\nWith the memory of his kisses still upon\\nher lips, she knelt before the altar in the\\ndarkened chapel. Day after day passed, but\\nto her time and earth were forgotten, and her\\nsoul was uplifted in agonized prayer for the\\nsafety of her beloved. Her little hands\\nclasped upon her breast, became as waxen in\\ntheir pallor as the white draperies that wrapped\\nher slender, graceful form, the frost of sorrow\\nwhitened her raven tresses, and the statue of\\nthe Virgin above the altar seemed no purer and\\nmotionless than the grief-stricken figure. But\\nwhen life seemed to have been absorbed in\\nthe intensity of her entreaty, music not born\\nof earth floated down upon her a heavenly\\npeace descended upon her, and a voice of\\nangelic sweetness whispered that there is a\\nlove of such holy birth that its radiance can\\nforever light the path of its beloved.\\n.The rescue-laden ship sped on over the vast\\nstretch of waters until she entered the gulf, but\\nwhen she had almost reached the land, the\\ndarkness of deepest night descended upon\\nher. Fear came upon the hearts of the\\nmariners, their cheeks paled, and with startled\\nglance they looked out upon the waters for\\n115", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nthe dreaded wreckers. The vessel drifted,\\nthey knew not where, but suddenly the sea\\nwas illuminated with a soft light, and they saw\\nbefore them the safety of Ship Island harbor.\\nWhile joy reigned that the ship was safely\\nlanded, that bread was given to the starving,\\nthe soldier lover knew that the light of faith\\nhad guided them, that the prayer of Eona had\\nenfolded them with heavenly protection.\\nThe day of wreckers has gone, and our land\\nis one of smiling plenty, but Eona s light still\\ncomes to prove that love can be lifted above\\nall earthly dross, and that it can live beyond\\nthe grave, limitless as time itself.\\nThe legends of the Cherokee rose and of\\nEona are taken from Mrs. Laura F. Hinsdale s\\ncharming little book of poems, Legends and\\nLyrics of the Gulf Coast.\\nAs a resident of the coast, Mrs. Hinsdale\\nhas taken the greatest interest in its beautiful\\nromances.\\nii6", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nCHAPTER VI.\\nThe IlHnois Central and Louisville and Nash-\\nville Railroads have largely assisted in de-\\nveloping the sea coast. Especially the Louis-\\nville and Nashville road, as it runs parallel with\\nthe gulf, giving almost a constant view of its\\nwaters, and passing through the main sea\\ncoast towns.\\nSoon after leaving New Orleans, on the\\nLouisville and Nashville Railroad, Chef Men-\\nteur is reached. Translated into English, the\\nname means Lying Chief, and thereby\\nhangs a tale.\\nThe Choctaws were especially averse to ly-\\ning, and when one of their chiefs yielded con-\\ntinually to this habit, they banished him from\\nthe tribe, and he established his home at Chef\\nMenteur. While the name commemorates\\nthe frailty of one Indian, it speaks in eloquent\\nterms of the truthfulness of the entire tribe.\\nThe Choctaw of that day was not sufficiently\\ncivilized to acquire the habit of lying.\\nPast is the day when the Indian lover lighted\\nhis torch, and with beating heart went to the\\n117", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism.\\nwigwam of his beloved, to learn his fate. Hap-\\npiness was to be his if she met him and blew\\nout the light but keen was his disappoint-\\nment if she refused to look at the light, and,\\nturning her back upon him, veiled her face\\nwith her raven tresses. Past are these days of\\nIndian romance, and passing away are all of\\nthe Indians. In the pathetic language ot the\\nlast chief of the Pottawattamies in the twen-\\ntieth century the Indians will be absorbed by\\nthe dominant race, and they will follow the\\nbuffalo into the land of memories and fables.\\nIn contrast with our own day, the following\\nfrom the pen of M. W. Conelley embodies much\\ninterest of Indian life.\\nHe loved nature, and was satisfied with\\nit as he found it. He did not deface the\\nearth. He did not alter the physical face\\nof nature. He lived in comfort and at ease,\\nand never subjected himself to high pres-\\nsure as we do to-day. He did not consume\\nthe tribal or natural resources in building\\nlevees to control floods. When the waters\\nwere flung down upon the lowlands, he reared\\nmounds to the summits of which he ascended,\\nand remained safe until they abated. Where\\nthe forests grew he was content to leave\\nthem in primeval splendor. He burned the\\nii8", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\ndry grass and small shrubs every year, making\\nof the forest a grand park through which wild\\ndeer could be seen feeding, and over which\\nthe wild turkey roamed. This forest and the\\nstreams which flowed through it were his\\nsmokehouse and granary. When he desired\\nfood he went out and supplied his needs. He\\ndid not take fish from the water or inflict death\\non wild animals for sport, as does the white\\nman. He did not exterminate for the mere\\nlove of destroying life. In his forest temple\\nhe worshiped the Supreme Being, and his un-\\ntutored mind saw God in clouds or heard him\\nin the winds, and the dryads in their trees\\ncommuned with him. Truly, he was a child\\nof nature. In the red man s economy there\\nwere none of those perplexities that vex a\\nhigher civilization. There were no strikes or\\nlockouts or boycotts. There were no walking\\ndelegates or plutocrats or paupers. There was\\nno land or tariff question or tax question or\\nlabor question. High license and prohibition\\nwere unknown. There were no new women\\nor social problems or sexual aberrations. No\\none was ever hunting a job, and the genius o\\\\^\\nthe tramp had not yet developed. The Indian\\nwas contented. He demanded and expected\\nno more of life than he could easily obtain.\\n119", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nHe had no jails or reformatories, no saloons\\nor other resorts of established reputation.\\nThere were no policemen or sheriffs, no courts\\nor combines. The Indian is passing away and\\nwill soon be a memory, but the study of his life\\nwill be a valuable lesson to those who are being\\nconsumed by the fever of civilized conflict.\\nNear Fort Rosalie, where the Natchez lighted\\ntheir fires and sang their songs, modern his-\\ntoric romance has chronicled its stories. It\\nwas near here that Aaron Burr s flotilla\\nsent a wild thrill of excitement through\\nthe country, and his domineering, impatient\\nspirit chafed against the martial and civic re-\\nstrictions that encircled him. It was here that\\nin the trellised walks and sheltered arbor of\\nHalf-way Hill he met beautiful Madeline.\\nUnder the influence of his fascinations and\\nthe finished polish of his manner, her heart\\nquivered into new life and happiness. On the\\nnight of his wild flight, when his horse was\\nstopped beneath her window, and he entreated\\nher to go with him, her innate purity and a\\nmother s protecting love alone saved her from\\ninevitable misery.\\nBut he carried with him her sacred covenant\\nand pledge, from which, however, he released\\nI20", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nher when he wandered in foreign lands, an\\noutcast, desolate and poverty-stricken.\\nIt was also in historic Natchez that Andrew\\nJackson wooed and won Mrs. Rachel Robards,\\nnee Donaldson. He was married to her at\\nthe residence of Thomas Marston Green, in\\nJefferson county. The soldier who turned a\\nruorored front to Enorlish bullets and Indian ar-\\nrows surrendered to the charms of this sweet\\nwoman. She was afterward a source of un-\\nfailing comfort in his domestic life, and infinite\\npride in the attractive grace with which she pre-\\nsided over the high social duties of his position.\\nThe small compass of this book does not\\npermit justice to all the romantic spots upon\\nthe coast the wishing-well of Scranton, the\\nlovers oak at Pascagoula, the oak that has\\nlistened to tender words told in the Indian di-\\nalect, in impassioned French, in soft Spanish,\\nor in English. Love enters into all languages,\\nand yet it has been truly said that it has a lan-\\nguage of its own whose eloquence needs no\\nwords for expression. Love and life are insep-\\narable, for love has lighted the world ever since\\nthe example of that first affair in the Garden\\nof Eden.\\nRomance and history have woven their\\ncharms for each place on this balmy shore.\\n121", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwhere one could never find the skeleton\\nnakedness of leafless forests, the fair earth\\nresting under a funereal winding sheet of snow,\\nand the babbling rills and laughing brooks\\nhushed into frozen silence.\\nThe names of many places link together past\\nand present associations. Heron Bay commem-\\norates the number of herons found there. Man-\\nchac means strait or pass, and connects Missis-\\nsippi River with Lake Maurepas. The name\\nChandelier Island was given because discovered\\non the day when the Catholic Church celebrated\\nthe feast of the presentation of Christ in the\\ntemple and the purification of the Virgin Mary.\\nIt is flat, sandy and unprepossessing, but noted\\nfor its wonderful bird eggs. The name Pass\\nChristian tells the story of the Norwegian\\nsailor who first discovered the deep channel\\nthat is near this point, or perhaps it may com-\\nmemorate the time when the early priests\\ntaught the Indians the first principles of Chris-\\ntianity. Bay St. Louis was so named by Bien-\\nville because the French arrived there on the\\nday of St. Louis, son of the beautiful and vir-\\ntuous Blanche of Castile. Pass Christian and\\nBay St. Louis are two of the most attractive\\nplaces on the coast, and especially popular\\nwith the people of New Orleans.\\n122", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nBois d Ore means gilded woods, for there\\nthe trees were found resplendent with color.\\nEven the cow counties on the coast, Har-\\nrison and Hancock, have an association more\\npoetic than the bovines that now roam their\\nfields, for the name originally meant the home\\nof the buffalo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Terre aux Boeufs, or Land of\\nBeeves.\\nIf time permitted, it would be a delight to\\nlinger at each of these seaside towns, that ex-\\ntend almost continuously on the coast, in\\nLouisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Florida.\\nThe stay, however, in this land of beautiful\\ndreams and realities must end.\\nAs the object of this litde volume has sim-\\nply been the collection of charming romances\\nand incidents of the sea-coast, no effort has\\nbeen made to mention special places, enter-\\nprises, and people. Biloxi is mentioned as a\\ntypical town, not that, with all its charms, it\\nhas greater attractions than some other places,\\nbut it can claim the distinction of having been\\nthe first permanent setdement, and, therefore,\\nto it is given the special attention and defer-\\nence that is due to old age.\\nThe name Biloxi means broken jar, and\\nit was here that Sauvelle, Tonti, and many of\\nthe early heroes found a last resting-place in\\n12", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nFort Maiirepas. Many of the homes retain\\nthe picturesque architecture of the old colonial\\nperiod. The progress of the present combines\\nwith the quaint attractions of the past.\\nOne evening, a friend and I planned a visit\\nto Aunt Eliza, one of the old inhabitants of\\nthe place. She opened the door of her neat\\ncabin.\\nAunt Eliza, said I, we are strangers\\nvisiting Biloxi, and came to make you a little\\ncall.\\nImmediately her black face lighted with\\ncordial hospitality, and she bustled around to\\nget chairs for us, dusting each carefully with\\nher apron.\\nWon you res yer hats? said she.\\nNo we just want you to tell us some-\\nthing of Biloxi, and what it was years ago,\\nHow long have you lived here\\nEver sence I waz jes that high, said she,\\nholding her hand a little above the floor.\\nAn I cum from Ole Virginny, an my fambly\\nwas the Stevens fambly, on Jeems river, one\\nuv the fust in the land and she bristled with\\npride.\\nIt was not lono^ before she begfan to talk of\\nreligion, for nearly all old darkies are religious\\nto a morbid degree, but we gently pulled her\\n124", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nwandering remarks back to what was most\\ninteresting to us, the past. Soon in speaking of\\nthe dizzy gayety of her youth, her reHgion\\nebbed slowly into the background.\\nDans! I could cut de pigon wing and out\\ndans de debbil, and she chuckled to herself.\\nOnct, when Miss Anne hed company, she\\ncum out ter de cabin wid oneuv young mistiss\\nole party does, an sez, Liza put thes on yer\\nand thes long gluvs an this mas, an cum inter\\nthe settin room an dans ter-night, an they clap\\nther hans, an Miss Anne laffed an laffed sorter\\nsof to hersef, kase me an her wuz the onliest\\nones wat knowed it was little black Liza dan-\\nsin, and the good old soul beamed with de-\\nlight over this retrospect of the fascinating\\nwickedness of her young days.\\nAh! those happy times when the sym-\\npathetic bond between mistress and maid\\nradiated happiness on many scenes that are\\nnow fading into the dim distance of the past.\\nIn the course of the conversation. Aunt\\nEliza confided to us that one of the dreads of\\nher life had been that she would have some\\ntrouble with a blue gum nigger who might\\nbite her. Fur, she said, I d rather be bit\\nby a rattlesnake than a blue gum nigger. This\\n^25", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nis a common superstition with nearly all ne-\\ngroes.\\nAs the Indian estimated time by a bundle of\\nsticks, so the negro often estimates it by some\\ntender, sweet association, for instance\\nHow old is your boy. Aunt Dinah\\nWho, dat Rastus He ll be nigh onto\\nsebenteen nex watermillion time.\\nIt is characteristic for them to use big words\\nand always to assume an air of importance in\\na court-room.\\nJudge What about this case have you\\na lawyer to defend you\\nNo, sah.\\nWhat are you going to do about it? How\\nwill you get along without one?\\nWell, Jedge, I went out and insulted one,\\nan he tole nie jes to cum in an thro myself on de\\nignoance uv de cote.\\nAmong the quaint characters of Biloxi is\\nGeorge Ohr, the potter. He says that he is\\nfull of philosophy, and can argue human\\nnature with you all day. His mustache is two\\nfeet long from tip to tip, and he wears it drawn\\nbehind his ears. Georcre is never tired of im-\\n_\\npressing his visitors with the fact that the\\nfools are not all dead yet, nor all born yet.\\nIn the rectory yard of Biloxi, a giant live\\n126", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nn\\n5\\nft)\\nO", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\noak stands in the majestic beauty of its old\\nage. In the long ago, its young branches\\ntwined a circlet that blessed two happy hearts\\na circlet that is still distinctly visible, and tells\\nto each passer-by its strange, sweet story of\\nIndian romance.\\nA Biloxi chief discovered that his daughter\\nloved the son of another chief his bitterest\\nenemy. When the young people pleaded\\ntheir love, he turned from them with flashing\\neyes, and pointing wrathfully to the young\\noak above, exclaimed\\nNo! The young fawn can never be the\\nlight of your wigwam until a ring grows in the\\nbranches of yonder oak.\\nAnd then O, wonder of wonders during\\nthe succeeding night, a terrific storm twisted\\nthe young branch into a distinct ring, that\\ngrew as firm as the tree itself. The terrified\\nold chief felt that nature commanded a blessing\\nthat he dared not refuse. For what could\\nhave w^orked such a marvel but the touch of\\nthe dreaded Thunder Being\\nIn Sunny Mississippi, Julian Ralph tells\\nus of the sensuous, dreamy, delicious, soothing\\nnature of the sea-coast fever, and that no one\\nwho has it would be cured of it on any ac-\\ncount that a patient with it will be observed\\n128", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nto talk rationally and to sustain ordinary light\\nconversation, but will on no account move\\nfrom a chair, unless it is to drop into the next\\nvacant seat. He tells of the northern editor\\nto whom was handed a New Orleans paper\\ncontaining the account of the burning of his\\nbusiness house but the editor pushed it away,\\nsaying\\nLet her burn. I am here for rest, and\\ndon t want business mixed up with it.\\nIn the early days of the colony, domestic\\nties and happiness were left in the homes be-\\nyond the sea, and the prattle of little children\\nwas unknown in the rude cabin of the pioneer.\\nIn the love of beautiful Indian girls, there was\\nthe fascination of unlicensed freedom and a\\ndemoralization of the finer instincts. When\\nrefined, cultivated women and civilization came,\\nas they always do, hand in hand, many of the\\nbronzed, rugged men welcomed them eagerly,\\nbut with others an effort was required to wake\\nthem from the moral torpor into which they\\nhad fallen.\\nPremiums were offered to the men who\\nwould marry, and premiums were given for\\nchildren. In the French and Canadian colo-\\nnies, men were offered a year s pay and their\\ndischarge from the army if they would marry.\\n129", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nBut now the coast resounds with the voices of\\nhappy children their white, dimpled fingers\\nsmooth away the cares of maturer years, and\\nthe soft, bracing air cures all childish ailments.\\nIt is the children s paradise of birds and flow-\\ners and dancing waters. The small army of\\ninvaders march into the sea and embrace it,\\nfor they love it.\\nThere is a saying that the sea has no\\nfriends, and that its salt waters are made of\\nwomen s tears. They tell us that when its\\ncharms tempt the mariners far out upon its\\nsurface, its treacherous smiles are often\\nchanged to tempests, and they are drawn\\nbeneath the raging waters, or the Lorelei\\ncharms them upon the rocks of destruction.\\nThey tell us, too, of an island, fair and\\nbeautiful, that stood out in the sea, a seeming\\nhaven of rest for the weary man of business,\\nor a flower-strewn pathway for the child of\\nfashion and frivolity. There a Lethean for-\\ngetfulness of care and the distant, noisy world\\nwrapt them in delightful content, and little\\nrecked they when, as the evening shadows\\nfell, a cloud no larger than a man s hand ap-\\npeared in the distant blue sky. And when the\\ngentle evening breeze stiffened into a gale,\\nand the waves broke with a dull boom upon\\n130", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nthe shore, it was to the revelers only the ex-\\nhilaration of a beautiful danger far removed.\\nThe ball-room s mingled sounds vied with the\\ntempest s noise without the sounds of\\nmingled music and laughter, the gentle mur-\\nmur of friendship, or the impetuous words\\nthat woke with the dawn of love. But the\\nsea, envious of this joyous scene, dashed its\\nstrong waves against the building, and shook\\nit with fearful power. The cruel waters\\nsuddenly crept over the ball-room floor,\\nover the satin slippers and dancing feet\\ntrembling words were stayed upon pallid lips\\nthe wild instinct of flight was met with a\\nfiercer invasion of the waters, and the sway-\\ning, fainting figures were engulfed in seething\\nwaves.\\nThe morning dawned upon a sea that was\\ncalm and beautiful, but it held within its\\nsepulchral depths over a hundred lifeless forms\\nthat only a few hours before had been instinct\\nwith happiness and hope. A Lost Island had\\nsunk far beneath its depths, and ever after-\\nward was only a memory of tragic horror.\\nThe sea, however, is always beautiful\\nbeautiful beyond description when the sublime\\ntempest seems to mingle sea and sky in a\\nscene of tumultuous ruin, and beautiful beyond\\n131", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nwords, when in the enchanting calm of a sum-\\nmer morning, it breaks upon the shining sands\\nof the shore with a lace-Hke frill of foamy\\nripples and wavelets.\\nNot alone do the voices of children and\\nbeautiful homes contrast the past with the\\npresent, but commerce and trade are opening\\nevery avenue of business and speak of the\\nprogress of the Nineteenth Century.\\nThe time has passed when the Indian\\nroamed these shores with passive possession,\\nand thought that a gunshot was a brave, but\\na letter was a fraud. The white man s speak-\\ning bark speeds from the morning s press to\\nevery point of the compass. The realized\\nprophecy that thought shall fly around the\\nworld in the twinkling of an eye is not more\\nwonderful than the progress of steam, and the\\nelectric illumination that reveals to us the\\nhidden secrets of science. Man, the inventor\\nand discoverer, pauses with astonishment at\\nthe wonders of his creation, and often some\\nmodern convenience of every-day life starts a\\ntrain of thought, boundless in its possibilities.\\nBack in the thirties many of these things\\nwould only have been considered wild flights\\nof imagination, for as late as 1839, there were\\nno telegraphs nor railroads in Mississippi.\\n132", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIn the early settlement of the sea-coast, the\\nvision of expectancy went no further than\\nbuffalo wool and pearl fisheries, and gems that\\nwould rival those of Peru and Mexico. The\\ncolonists starved in the midst of unknown\\nriches. Crozat lost millions there, the India\\nCompany lost over twenty millions and the\\nking over fifty millions.\\nBut now the country blooms like a garden.\\nThe Alsatians and Germans, the first gardeners!\\nwho were tempted here by John Laws brillianti\\nbubble, little dreamed of the vast possibilitv\\nof the trade which they commenced. Vege-\\ntables of every variety are raised also figs,\\npears, peaches, plums, pomegranates, pecan\\nnuts, persimmons, oranges, etc. The Concord,\\nScuppernong Delaware and Ives Seedling give\\nto the coast magnificent vineyards, and the\\nindustries of wine making, agriculture, and\\ndairying flourish sheep and hogs also thrive.\\nImmense quantities of the rarest and richest\\nfruits and vegetables are shipped from the\\ncoast. The breath of the tropics is wafted to\\nthe frozen North to tell them that summer lives\\nto come to them again, and that it always\\ngladdens this beautiful sea-shore of the sunny\\nSouth. Mississippi s forest territory is more\\nthan twenty-one millions of acres. The rapid\\n133", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\ndevelopment of the state can be partially ap-\\npreciated from the fact that in 1880 capital in-\\nvested in manufacturing was $257,244,000, and\\nin 1894 it was $800,000,000; the value of\\nmanufactured products in 1880 was $457,454,-\\nand in 1894 it was $1,000,000,000.\\nOn the sea-coast, vessels from all parts of\\nthe earth wait to be laden with lumber from\\nthe great southern pine belt Moss Point\\nalone having a sawmill worth a quarter of mil-\\nlion dollars. King Cotton s fleecy staple is\\nshipped all the products of agriculture and\\nmanufacture, and the great product of Louisi-\\nana, the vast Sugar Bowl of America. And\\nthe world is happier that there is such a South-\\nland to send forth her treasures.\\nAll along the sea-shore stand the immense\\nlive oaks, like giant sentinels bringing past and\\npresent together, and from their branches\\nswings the beautiful Spanish moss.\\nAs by some fairy fingers spun\\nIt trembles to the wind s soft sigh.\\nIt sways to kisses of the sun\\nAs cloud-wreaths mingle in the sky.\\nThe wild bird gathers for her brood\\nThe floss to line her sylvan nest.\\nIt screens her tender solitude\\nAnd softly veils her bed of rest.\\n134", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nIt was on the southern sea-shore that the\\ngenius of Audubon, the great Louisiana natu-\\nraHst, first awoke. The brilHant plumage of\\nLouisiana birds won his boyish admiration,\\nand afterward became themes of scientific\\nstudy that made his name world-wide.\\nHere are found all varieties of birds that\\nare a source of delight to the man of science,\\nor to the reckless sportsman. Nor does the\\ndestructive touch of the latter spare the snipe,\\nso sacred to the Biloxian, because that bird\\nwas the sister of the Thunder Being.\\nAlong the coast are vast canneries, that ship\\nvegetables, fruit and fish, and the diamond-\\nback terrapin farms equal the famous ones of\\nMaryland. There are woolen and cotton fac-\\ntories, and the rod and reel are a source of\\npleasure and profit. Here are found black\\nbass, pompano, sheepshead, redfish, and too\\nmany others to mention. Their marvelous\\nand resplendent coloring lifts the heart invol-\\nuntarily to the Creator of this beautiful world.\\nTo us are given the treasures of earth, sea\\nand sky.\\nYellow fever, a visitor so much dreaded in\\nthe past, is gradually but surely being con-\\nquered by improved and scientific knowledge\\nof the disease. For eighteen years it did not\\n135", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "Romance and Realism\\nlift its saffron head, but when in 1897 its waves\\nof terror swept over the South, the disease, by.\\ncontrast with the past, proved to be a terror in\\nname only.\\nOn the sea-coast the fainting heart of the\\ninvalid is revived, his pale cheeks are bronzed\\nby aquatic sports, and the blood flows stronger\\nthrough his weakened body. He sleeps while\\nthe mocking-bird fills the night air with trills\\nof purest melody, and, dreaming of heavenly\\nrest, he forgets the pain and weariness of living.\\nThe wide halls sweep from end to end\\nof airy houses, and the verandas encircling\\nshadows tempt one to constant enjoyment of\\nfresh- air treatment.\\nWhen frost lays its lace-like net-work on\\nthe windows of northern homes, here they\\nare opened wide for the warm, sweet air\\nthat is perfumed by the jasmine, the magnolia\\nand the orange flowers, and roses climbing to\\nthe tops of trellises mingle their rainbow hues\\no( beauty. With it all, like a refrain of\\nsoft, rippling music, there is that strange, in-\\nexplicable, but restful influence of the sea\\nAh! what pleasant visions haunt me\\nAs I gaze upon the sea\\nAll the old romantic legends,\\nAll my dreams, come back to me.\\n136", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "of the Southern Gulf Coast.\\nSails of silk, and ropes of sandal,\\nSuch as gleam in ancient lore;\\nAnd the singing of the sailors,\\nAnd the answer from the shore\\nTill my soul is full of longing\\nFor the secret of the sea.\\nAnd the heart of the great ocean\\nSends a thrilling pulse through me.\\n137", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3505", "width": "2262", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n014 498 478 A e\\nlite\\nmm", "height": "3593", "width": "2350", "jp2-path": "romancerealismof00myers_0162.jp2"}}