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The Last of the Foresters: Or, Humors on the Border: A Story of the Old Virginia Frontier
     

The Last of the Foresters: Or, Humors on the Border: A Story of the Old Virginia Frontier

by John Esten Cooke
 

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On a bright October morning when the last century was rapidly going down hill and all old things began to give way to the new the sun was shining in upon the breakfast room at Apple Orchard with a joyous splendor which perhaps he had never before displayed in tarrying at that domain or any other.

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On a bright October morning when the last century was rapidly going down hill and all old things began to give way to the new the sun was shining in upon the breakfast room at Apple Orchard with a joyous splendor which perhaps he had never before displayed in tarrying at that domain or any other.

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2940027066901
Publisher:
Derby & Jackson; H.W . Derby
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CHAPTER III. INTRODUCES A LEGAL PORCUPINE. This was the voice of the Squire. It came just in time to create a diversion. " Why, there are my antlers !" cried the good-humored Squire. " Look, Kushton ! did you ever see finer ?" " Often," growled a voice in reply ; and the Squire and his companion entered. Mr. Kushton was a rough-looking gentleman of fifty or fifty- five, with a grim expression about the compressed lips, and heavy grey eyebrows, from beneath which rolled two dark piercing eyes. His hair was slowly retreating, and thought or care had furrowed his broad brow from temple to temple. He was clad with the utmost rudeness, and resembled nothing so much as a half-civilized bear. He nodded curtly to Miss Lavinia, and took no notice whatever of either Kedbud or Verty. " Why, thank for the antlers, Verty !" said the good-humored Squire. " I saw Cloud, and knew you were here, but I had no idea that you had brought me the horns." And the Squire extended his hand to Verty, who took it with his old dreamy smile. " I could have brought a common pair any day," he said, " but I promised the best, and there they are. " Oh, Squire ! said Verty, smiling, " what a chase I had! and what a fight with him ! He nearly had me under him once, and the antlers you see there came near ploughing up my breast and letting out myheart's blood ! They just grazedhe' tried to bite mebut I had him by the horn with my left hand, and before a swallow could flap his wings, my knife was in his throat!" As Verty spoke, his eyes became brighter, his lips more smiling, and pushing his tangled curls back from his face, he bestowed his amiable glances even upon Miss Lavinia. Mr. Rushton scowled. " What do you meanby saying this barbarous fight was pleasant f he asked. Ver...

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