In the canon
Conjure Tales and Stories of the Colour Line
Charles W. Chesnutt
- Form
- Form Short Story Collection
- Year
- Year 1899
- Pages
- Pages 350
A tree moans under the sawmill blade in the first of these stories, and it moans because it is a man: Sandy, turned to oak by his wife so he could not be sold away from her, and left standing too long. Uncle Julius McAdoo tells it to the white Northerners who have bought the plantation, and like every tale he tells them, it has something in it for him.
Yas, suh. I lives des ober yander, behine de nex' san'-hill, on de Lumberton plank-road.
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