E. K.
E. K. Means Is This a Title? It Is Not. It Is the Name of a Writer of Negro Stories, Who Has Made Himself So Completely the Writer of Negro Stories That His Book Needs No Title
作者：Means, E. K. (Eldred Kurtz), 1878-1957; Kemble, E. W. (Edward Windsor), 1861-1933 [Illustrator]
体例：段 章数：20
字数：413,880 来源：Project Gutenberg
章节目录
共 20 段- Colonel Tom Gaitskill sat beside a table in a swivel chair,
- “Dat’s one of dem wuthless, no ’count piccaninnies a-comin’
- Conko leaned over, shook Bill by the shoulder, and bellowed:
- “I’m going out there and beat some sense into those niggers
- Slowly his shattered nerves were composed; slowly his trembl
- Then started a pow-wow lasting an hour, about whose business
- The closing hour was six o’clock, and as it was nearly an ho
- “Get up, Mustard,” Gaitskill commanded, striking him with hi
- Far across the swamp they could hear distinctly a steady rep
- The little Pomeranian racked across the sandy floor of the s
- During this speech Tella Tandy came and sat down beside Skee
- “Ef he loves you so awful much, how come he didn’t loant you
- None of the ordinary rules and regulations were in force upo
- “Now, Mr. Worm,” Shin commanded, “you crawl often dat cent a
- Hitch stupidly unfolded the paper, gazed at it with hypnotic
- Dainty came running around the house and entered the door. S
- “My Lawd!” Isaiah exclaimed, clawing at his white wool. “Wha
- Skeeter fumbled for a few minutes with his hat, considering
- Chuckling to herself, she picked up her fast-reviving hen, c
- “Don’t come dis way, white folks! Ef you do, you better come