Where The Twain Meet

Where The Twain Meet

Mary Gaunt

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I wonder if you remember as vividly as I do the very drastic criticism of a book of mine that first introduced us to each other. My publisher showed it to me with some hesitation because it was so scathing, but it went right to the point. Most of the book was scrapped there and then, and my literary education was begun under your care. It was you indeed who taught me that I needed educating in my art. That is twelve years ago, and I have never since let a book go into the world till it has received your approval. I am afraid I have sometimes tried you severely, but it has always been my ambition to be your prize pupil. I owe more than I can say to my sympathetic teacher.

Where The Twain Meet TO MY FRIEND

TO

MY FRIEND

MRS LANG

I gratefully dedicate this book.

My Dear Elsie,

I wonder if you remember as vividly as I do the very drastic criticism of a book of mine that first introduced us to each other. My publisher showed it to me with some hesitation because it was so scathing, but it went right to the point. Most of the book was scrapped there and then, and my literary education was begun under your care. It was you indeed who taught me that I needed educating in my art. That is twelve years ago, and I have never since let a book go into the world till it has received your approval. I am afraid I have sometimes tried you severely, but it has always been my ambition to be your prize pupil. I owe more than I can say to my sympathetic teacher.

It is a small thing to offer my latest book to you, but I hope you will accept it with my love and warmest thanks.

Affectionately yours,

MARY GAUNT.

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“I wonder if you remember as vividly as I do the very drastic criticism of a book of mine that first introduced us to each other. My publisher showed it to me with some hesitation because it was so scathing, but it went right to the point. Most of the book was scrapped there and then, and my literary education was begun under your care. It was you indeed who taught me that I needed educating in my art. That is twelve years ago, and I have never since let a book go into the world till it has received your approval. I am afraid I have sometimes tried you severely, but it has always been my ambition to be your prize pupil. I owe more than I can say to my sympathetic teacher.”
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TO MY FRIEND

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PREFACE

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CHAPTER I-BRITAIN'S FIRST TROPICAL COLONY

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CHAPTER II-THE WHITE BONDSMEN

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CHAPTER III-JAMAICA'S FIRST HISTORIAN

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CHAPTER IV-THE CASTLES ON THE GUINEA COAST

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CHAPTER V-THE MIDDLE PASSAGE

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CHAPTER VI-THE PLANTATION

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CHAPTER VII-SLAVE REBELLIONS

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CHAPTER VIII-THE MAROONS

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CHAPTER IX-THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE YEARS

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CHAPTER X-THE MAKING OF CHRISTIANS

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CHAPTER XI-THE FREEING OF THE SLAVE

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CHAPTER XII-JAMAICA AS I SAW IT

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