The Bow-Legged Ghost, and Other Stories; A Book of Humorous Sketches, Verses, Dialogues, and Facetious Paragraphs

The Bow-Legged Ghost, and Other Stories; A Book of Humorous Sketches, Verses, Dialogues, and Facetious Paragraphs

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... mile up the valley, to come and see me on business. He rode down after supper that day, and I told him what I wanted. We walked over the farm and he mentally took an inventory of it. At last he said he would not take a mortgage for over $2,900. It was useless trying to persuade him to raise his bid even a hundred. So I was obliged to accept his offer, and the next day the papers were prepared and signed, and he handed me his check for the amount. Late that afternoon I was in my garden, hoeing my potato patch and wondering how I might secure the additional one hundred dollars to make up the even three thousand that my sister Penelope and her husband desired, when suddenly I became aware that something had lighted on my right shoulder. Turning, I saw Josephine. I could easily recognize her by the golden-brown ring around her neck. Yes, here was my favorite pigeon, Josephine. Ere I had time to salute her, the other three were scrambling for the best resting-place on my shoulders. I at once dropped the hoe and made for the house, overjoyed at the unexpected return of my pets, which seemed equally elated at having found me. ' Where did you come from?' "How did you get away?" "Are you not afraid that it will be suspected where you are?" These were some of the inquiries I addressed to them, as I approached the house. The only answer they gave me was an affectionate, satisfied coo, as they nestled closer to my neck. It was a pleasure, indeed, to have my pigeons back again. After we had enjoyed a playspell, as of old, I became meditative. I reasoned to myself that the pigeons could not have escaped from Mr. Pullen. He had dealt too long in specimens of the feathery kingdom for such a thing to be probable. The more plausible more

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  • Paperback | 96 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 186g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236586514
  • 9781236586513