Old Christmas; And Other Kentucky Tales in Verse

Old Christmas; And Other Kentucky Tales in Verse

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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. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...a passage made, And the women fled to their homes, afraid. They fled to their homes and they drew inside The children who clung to their skirts and cried, To see Madge Erne with Fult Faithorne ride. He rode till he came to the fork road turn, But he saw no Ely and saw no Erne. Then his right side felt a steel ball burn. He wheeled and he saw them, heard Frank Erne cry: "My God! don't shoot, or the child will die!" Saw him knock Cal Ely's muzzle high. They broke and ran, but it was too late. Fult shot down two at the Elys' gate. Then he rode back home. He had cleaned the slate. LITTLE LEATHERWOOD 'No, sir, they ain't but few as good Hound here, as Little Leatherwood. That's jest our name for lawyer Brown, Who owns the store, an' runs the town. He put the county trouble down Years back. The Trenches killed his paw, An' he tried hard to git the law On them. But when they all came clear, He stood his ground, an' would n't hear O' starting up the war again. His folks was mad as hornets then, Called him a coward, sneered, an' cursed. I reckon the women was the worst. They always is, when they 's a fight. But Leatherwood, he had the right. What these here mountains need is peace. But how 's the shooting going to cease If no one 's ready to begin? Leatherwood brought round his kin After a while, an' now the clan Worships him almost, to a man. I might say to a woman, too. You 'd ought to see his ole Aunt Sue Act the young gal when he comes nigh, Smooth out her dress an' cock her eye. An' other folks ain't far behind. I reckon, stranger, you won't find, In the whole county, one 's his foe. You see, we trust him, an' we know He means jest what he says, pine-blank. 'T was he that started up the bank, An' once, when Dawson Blaine got mad, An' said...show more

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  • Paperback | 24 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 64g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236487931
  • 9781236487933