Old settler stories . LD SETTLER STORIES BY MABEL ELIZABETH FLETCHER n Neto gorkTHE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1917 jill rights reser-ved ^ 0 r-A> Copyright, 1977,By the MACMILLAN COMPANY. Set up and electrotyped. Published May, 1917. m-\ 1917 ©CLA4G7223 V, Jio ! PHILIP, HENRY, AND JOHNFREDERICK, AND EUGENE For some of the material used in these talesand for the verification of doubtful points, thewriter is greatly indebted to various historiesof Macon and McLean counties, and to the Decatur Review. CONTENTS The Big Snow .... Matthews First Buck . Jumping Jeptha The Pattern .... An Adventure on the
Old settler stories . LD SETTLER STORIES BY MABEL ELIZABETH FLETCHER n Neto gorkTHE MACMILLAN COMPANY 1917 jill rights reser-ved ^ 0 r-A> Copyright, 1977,By the MACMILLAN COMPANY. Set up and electrotyped. Published May, 1917. m-\ 1917 ©CLA4G7223 V, Jio ! PHILIP, HENRY, AND JOHNFREDERICK, AND EUGENE For some of the material used in these talesand for the verification of doubtful points, thewriter is greatly indebted to various historiesof Macon and McLean counties, and to the Decatur Review. CONTENTS The Big Snow .... Matthews First Buck . Jumping Jeptha The Pattern .... An Adventure on the Road . The Barring Out on Panther Creek . The Perilous Capture of Sukey Matilda Little Kate and Bouncing Ben A Village Franklin A Christmas of Long Ago The Piasa Bird Young John Goes to Market The Sudden Freeze Comforts Wedding Lincoln in Macon County PAGEI 31 455563 72 87100 no 129 136 145 152167 IS OLD SETTLER STORIES THE BIG SNOW It was the morning of a gray day In Novem-ber. From a little log cabin on the edge of. The Big Snow. the timber skirting Lake Fork, the smokerose slowly. It was a cabin of the roughesttype, made of small logs notched and puttogether. The cracks were filled with chink-ing and daubed with clay. The stick-and-clay chimney was stained by the smoke and B I 2 OLD SETTLER STORIES weather to a color as dark as the house the cabin towered two mighty oaks, thetwo tallest trees on the extreme edge of thewolf-haunted timber. In the one room of the house, on this par-ticular day, was an anxious group. MilesSmith stood by the rough table, pulling hisfur cap down over his ears, and buttoninghis fur coat closely about him. In front ofthe fireplace, gently rocking her sick baby,Polly, sat his wife, her eyes going sadly fromher baby to her husband. Arden, the twelve-year-old son, was staring out the window atthe lowering sky. *Well, Jane, said Mr. Smith, putting hisshotgun to his shoulder, I must go. Takegood care of Polly, and Ill bring back thedoctor f
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