. Kentucky log . ve us a tune. The Captain perforceresponded, but as his playing consists ofimprovisations which, though they delight thesoul, can scarcely be classed as tunes, theWidow was distinctly disappointed. She talkedof her husband, about whom we had an unholycuriosity that was doomed to had not been killed by a McCoy, but diedan entirely legitimate though untimely deathin bed, many years before, and was deeplyreverenced and mourned by his survivor. Sheshowed his picture, a strong and handsomeface. There was something nearer to the pathosof the mountains than the coun
. Kentucky log . ve us a tune. The Captain perforceresponded, but as his playing consists ofimprovisations which, though they delight thesoul, can scarcely be classed as tunes, theWidow was distinctly disappointed. She talkedof her husband, about whom we had an unholycuriosity that was doomed to had not been killed by a McCoy, but diedan entirely legitimate though untimely deathin bed, many years before, and was deeplyreverenced and mourned by his survivor. Sheshowed his picture, a strong and handsomeface. There was something nearer to the pathosof the mountains than the country had yet CHAPTER IX 117 shown us,in the thought of this lonely oldwoman trudging her fields and urging on thelazy hands to preserve a spot of hard-earnedprosperity anid the wilderness of barrenhills, and keeping yet a twinkle in her clearold eyes while her heart dwelt on the farawaypast. A LONG RIDS. MONDAY AUGUST 31st.,1900. WIDOW HATFIELDTO WILLIAMSON,WEST VIRGINIA. A DISTANCETRAVELLED OF28 MILES. CHAPTER THE MORNING MISTS HU DOW HATFIELDS 118
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