I came North to live it seemed to me, as probably it has seemed to many Southern born men and women that the Southerner of fiction as met with in the North was generally just that fiction and nothing else that in the main he was a figment of the drama and of the story book a type that had no just claim on exist ence and yet a type that was currently accepted as a verity. From well meaning persons who apparently wished to convey an implied compliment for the southern part of this republic I was for ever hearing of quotsouthern pridequot and quothot southern bloodquot and quotold southern families,quot these matters being mentioned always with a special emphasis which seemed to betray a profound conviction on the part of the speakers that there was a certain physical, tangible, measurable distinction between, say, the pride of a Southerner and the blood-temperature of vii