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

My Dear Frost:

I received those sketches and proofs, and I am having them framed. They are all delightful,—but I audn't tell you how I feel about your drawings. I [?] have a 17 year old boy recovering from a severe illness. A week ago I got out the Bull Calf for him, and he went into such convulsions over it that I had to take it away from him. This is a positive fact. He laughed until he could do nothing but groan, and he kept it up for an hour. His
doctor says he thinks it cured him, but he warns me that it must be given to sick people in broken doses. Lord! I wish I could come, but I can't—not just now. I haven't even the time to write you a decent letter. I'll send the book at once.

These fox-hunters were dressed in their old clothes, and their "pants" were stuck in their boots—not top boots, but the old-fashioned kind coming within 3 inches of the knee. Some of them had corduroy suits. They are just
the kind of country people you [?]know how to draw—not lackeys but well-to-do people.

I'll write again in a day or two and send the book. I'll have time to write a dozen long letters before I hear from you again.

Yours faithfully:
Joel Chandler Harris

Regards to Mrs. F.&the boys