A Pagan of the Alleghanies

A Pagan of the Alleghanies

by Marah Ellis Ryan
     
 

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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally

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Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made available for future generations to enjoy.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781163329054
Publisher:
Kessinger Publishing Company
Publication date:
09/10/2010
Pages:
296
Product dimensions:
9.00(w) x 6.00(h) x 0.81(d)

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unnoticed in the amount of interesting matter they had found to discuss, and soon their long shadows were passing over the yellow dust of the road, and then out along the fences where the new grass was greening the fields. In the house back of the store were heard the sound of voices and some boys laughing, the clatter of dishes, and clink of the poker and metal lids of the stove. Someone chased a dog out of the house, throwing a broom after him to hasten his movements, and adding a shrill accusation concerning his weakness for stealing from an oven. His dogship looked back furtively, but was too wise to return, and made his way in stately unconcern into the back door of the store-room, knowing well that under one corner of the counter was a nook from which no one dared turn him. But passing the open front door he paused, turned his soft steps over the threshold to a figure that sat on the steps with bowed head leaning on its open hands, and then the fear of broomsticks seemed driven out by some sympathy, and he crept closely and softly under the arms of the man Bud, and looked up into his face with eyes tender as the afterglow tinging the clouds; for the sun had gone down beyond the mountain. CHAPTER III. DINAH AND DON. " Oh t had I the wings of a dove ! " chanted a voice on the heights, and was immediately taken to account by another voice, a masculine one, asking: " In which direction would they take you, Dinah ?" The speakers, the young lady of the roan bit of horseflesh, and a man another man were throned on a peak that looked high enough for the wily Lucifer to use for his temptation scene. The ends of the earth might not be visible, but a good deal of the other part was,and lay spread out to the west, a green plain, away below the mountain, merging into blue...

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