Atlanta, Ga.,

I am just recovering from a long spell of septic fever, and I am still too shaky to use the pen; so you will have to excuse the type-writer, which is a despicable medium for a private letter.

While I was ill, Mr. Johnson, of the Century, sent me a blue print reproduction of your latest Brer Rabbit. The blue print was a very poor one, but it was sufficiently clear for me to see that this new Brer Rabbit is the best of all. I don't know how you manage to get human character into the animals, and I dassent ax you, but it is there for a fact. This latest Rabbit is just as I have imagined the Rabbit of the negroes to be—[?]a creetur with human attributes, and just a touch of the humor that is almost as serious as it is funny.

I also saw a reproduction of your drawing for the Adam and Eve nonsense, and it is very fine. It suggests a new stanza for the stuff, and I going to write it out if I can; but I am afraid my thinking machine is not in good working order. I hope all is well with you and yours.

Joel Chandler Harris