Diddie, Dumps & Tot; or, Plantation child-life

In writing this little volume, I had for my primary object the idea of keeping alive many of the old stories, legends, traditions, games, hymns, and superstitions of the Southern slaves, which, with this generation of negroes, will pass away. There are now no more dear old Mammies and Aunties in our nurseries, no more good old Uncles in the workshops, to tell the children those old tales that have been told to our mothers and grandmothers for generations—the stories that kept our fathers and grandfathers quiet at night, and induced them to go early to bed that they might hear them the sooner.
Nor does my little book pretend to be any defence of slavery. I know not whether it was right or wrong (there are many pros and cons on that subject); but it was the law of the land, made by statesmen from the North as well as the South, long before my day, or my father's or grandfather's day; and, born under that law a slave-holder, and the descendant of slave-holders, raised in the heart of the cotton section, surrounded by negroes from my earliest infancy, I KNOW whereof I do speak; and it is to tell of the pleasant and happy relations that existed between master and slave that I write this story of Diddie, Dumps, and Tot.
The stories, plantation games, and hymns are just as I heard them in my childhood. I have learned that Mr. Harris, in Uncle Remus, has already given the Tar Baby; but I have not seen his book, and, as our versions are probably different, I shall let mine remain just as Chris told it to the chil'en.
I hope that none of my readers will be shocked at the seeming irreverence of my book, for that intimacy with the Lord was characteristic of the negroes. They believed implicitly in a Special Providence and direct punishment or reward, and that faith they religiously tried to impress upon their young charges, white or black; and heavy, heavy hung over our heads was the DEVIL!
The least little departure from a marked-out course of morals or manners was sure to be followed by, Nem' min', de deb'l gwine git yer.