After six years of work on the Morning News, Harris purchased an interest in the Atlanta Constitution, and immediately joined its editorial staff. It was in the columns of the Constitution that Uncle Remus and his quaint humor first appeared. From this time forward his success has been rapid, and he has placed his name in the front rank among American humorists. Last year Mr. Harris published his first book, Uncle Remus; His Songs and Sayings. The work took wonderfully well with the public and has had an immense sale. Of the later works of Uncle Remus, the following are very popular: PLANTATION PROVERBS. Drive out de dreamin’ dog. Mighty few horses fits a barley hatch. Noddin’ nigger gives the ash-cake a chill. Don’t fall out wid de fat what cook de ’possum. Fightin’ nigger ain’t far from de callaboose. Ole cloze better go ’round de picket fence. You kin sell mo’ patter rallers dan boozer-bears. Short stirrups en a do’-back horse. Mighty good sheep w’ats wuff mo’ dan his wool. Sunday pra’rs ain’t gwineter las’ all de week. Lazy folks got too many ter-morrers ahead of um. Don’t hol’ yo’ head too high, less you gwineter eat out’n de hoss-rack. Hotter de wedder, de fresher de nigger. Dis w’at save de salt. One eye on de overseer en t’er on de mule don’t make de furrer straight. De shote w’at stays out in der dark er de moon, done gone from home fer good. Some marsters gotter be tuck on trus’. How de wurm git in de scaly-bark? Who raised de row twixt de bee-martin en de buzzard? A PLANTATION BALLAD. I. De boss, he squall ter de rompin’ boys: _Don’t bodder dat jug in de spring!_ De jug, he guzzle out _good, good, good_! Nigger, he holler en sing: _Oh, gimme de gal, de big greasy gal W’at wrap up ’er ha’r wid a string!_ II. Little bird flutter w’en de big speckle hawk Sail up en light in de pine; W’en de overseer come en look thro de fence Nigger don’t cut no shine, But he roll up he eye, en he break loose en sing: _En I wish dat big gal ’us mine!_ III. Oh, de speckle hawk light in de top ob de pine, En dar he set en swing; De overseer lean his chin on de fence, En lissen at de cotton-choppers sing: _Don’t nobody bodder dat sway-back gal W’at wrap up ’er ha’r wid a string!_ IV. _Oh, de strappin’ black gal, de big greasy gal! She kyar herse’f mighty fine! How de boys gwineter foller along in de row, A-waitin’ for ter ketch her sign? De boss mighty close, yet I study en I wish-- En I wish dat big gal uz mine!_ [The italics seem to mark what may be called the refrain choruses. The variable nature of these gives unexpected coloring--not to say humor--to the songs in which they occur. Any typographical arrangement of these choruses must be, in the very nature of things, awkward and ineffective.] DAVID ROSS LOCKE.