The Tar Baby and the Tomahawk: Race and Ethnic Images in American Children's Literature, 1880-1939

My dear Mrs Harris

Your letter sent thru Colliers Weekly reached me a few days ago. I have delayed answering it hoping I could tell you that I had found the letters but unfortunately I cannot.

My letters were packed with other things when we went to Europe in 1906
but most unfortunately I forgot to put them on my list and I do not know which box they are in.

Mrs E. A. Abbey is writing the life of her husband and asked me to lend her his letters. I have been looking for them for some time. but they have not come to light yet.

My letters are all together and when I find them I will find your fathers and Abbeys.
they are in a number of big packing cases and it is slow work looking for them as each case has to be unpacked and repacked. I spent the last three Sundays in looking for them and will look again tomorrow. I must find them but I cannot promise just when it will be.

We made a one day excursion into the mountains in search of character, going
to some town the name of which I have forgotten. it was an amusing trip from the fact that absolutely nothing happened. We went to this God forsaken little town and found nothing there but a marble quarry. We could get nothing to eat and no train back to Marietta till late in the day. it was an absolute blank and very amusing on that account.

Mrs Frost and
I went afterwards to a town called White Path and saw the real mountain people. just such people as your father wrote about.

I will try to recall any incidents that might be of interest to your book and when anything comes to me I will make a note of it.

I did not know that a part of that beautiful dedication had been placed on his tomb. Will you kindly tell me the passage: that
dedication is the very finest and most valued thing in my career and my greatest treasure.

I will go on looking thru my boxes till I find my letters and will let you have them at once.

Your father used to write me that he had just received another "blue eyed letter" from me, I always wrote on
blue paper, as a relief to my eyes,

I hope I will have the good fortune to find the letters tomorrow

Very sincerely yours
Arthur B. Frost.