"Georgia is a land of vivid contrasts--city and countryside, mountains and seashore grand plantations and small farms, progressive ideals and traditional values. Most of all, however, Georgia is its people. From the early days when James Oglethorpe first settled the territory to the violent years for the War Between the States, From Methodist founder John Wesley to President Jimmy Carter, Georgia's greatest treasure has been its people. Included here are stories of these people--ordinary citizens and leaders, men and women, whites, blacks and Indians, heroes and humanitarians, businessmen and politicians. The events and places that touched their lives are the subject of A Treasury of Georgia Tales." --From dust jacket.

In preparing the pages that follow, the writer has had in view the desirability of familiarizing the youth of Georgia with the salient facts of the State's history in a way that shall make the further study of that history a delight instead of a task. The ground has been gone over before by various writers, but the narratives that are here retold, and the characterizations that are here attempted, have not been brought together heretofore. They lie wide apart in volumes that are little known and out of print. The stories and the characterizations have been grouped together so as to form a series of connecting links in the rise and progress of Georgia; yet it must not be forgotten that these links are themselves connected with facts and events in the State's development that are quite as interesting, and of as far-reaching importance, as those that have been narrated here. Some such suggestion as this, it is hoped, will cross the minds of young students, and lead them to investigate for themselves the interesting intervals that lie between. It is unfortunately true that there is no history of Georgia in which the dry bones of facts have been clothed with the flesh and blood of popular narrative. Colonel Charles C. Jones saw what was needed, and entered upon the task of writing the history of the State with characteristic enthusiasm. He had not proceeded far, however, when the fact dawned upon his mind that such a work as he contemplated must be for the most part a labor of love. He felt the influence of cold neglect from every source that might have been expected to afford him aid and encouragement. He was almost compelled to confine himself to a bare recital of facts, for he had reason to know that, at the end of his task, public inappreciation was awaiting him.