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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
A long pause followed this expression of astonishment “Mrs. Courtlandt's!” said he. “Certainly my friend!” “Down the valley here?” “Why, somewhere in the neighborhood. I can't say “And why are you going there, sir?” asked the old “I have business,” said the traveler with the air of a The mountaineer shook his head. “No good will come of it,” said he. “How so?” “Mrs. Courtlandt, sir, don't stand well in these parts; “You! do you know her?” “I've been to her house off and on these five years, The traveler bent a steady grave look upon his host. “What do you mean by deviltry?” he said. “She's good friends with one I won't name,” said the
“And why don't you like her?” The mountaineer with a great effort, replied shortly, “She spelled my rifle!” “What is `spelled?”' “Bewitched some people call it.” The traveler did not smile this time; but fixing himself “Tell me how that was, my friend,” said he. “Well, that I'll do soon,” his host replied. “There's “Have you hunted him?” “I'm going to tell you. Yes I have, and I'm most “Who is Elkhorn?” “My horse.” “Well about your rifle and the rest.” “I'm coming to that. I hunted the buck I've been
The mountaineer put up his sleeve to wipe the perspiration “And you think your gun was bewitched?” “Sure as you're there,” he said in a low voice, “I have The stranger mused. “And you are still hunting that buck?” “I'm going to hunt him till one of us is dead.” “And you think I had better not go to Mrs. Courtlandt's “You know best.” “I do; and I must go and see her: but I shall see you “Why,” cried the mountaineer hospitably, “I just remember “Here I am father,” the girl replied. She was at his “Tell doctor—my poor old memory.”
“Doctor Thomas!” said the stranger, addressing his “Well, tell Doctor Thomas,” said the hunter to his “Indeed, I will, sir—we all will be mighty glad. It is The traveler was about to repeat his low bow, when “I'll certainly be here, Miss Sally.” “And now,” said hunter John, “to bed!”
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. |