Transcriber's note: Inconsistent hyphenation and spelling in the original document have been preserved excepted where noted.Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. |
Author of "Sprigs O' Mint," "Kentucky Stories,"
"Awhile in the Mountains," etc.
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
Copyright, 1911,
THE C. M. CLARK PUBLISHING CO.,Boston, Massachusetts.
Frontispiece | Shawn and Coaly |
Page | |
"You'll be a great fisherman, some day, Shawn" | 24 |
Burney begin to take out the shells | 36 |
"De Prodegale Son" | 52 |
"I'll give you ten dollars to set us over" | 62 |
"You and the doctor got your birds" | 82 |
They were nearing the last hundred yard flag | 90 |
"W'y, Jedge, you know my name" | 106 |
The Cabin of the America fell with a crash | 126 |
Lallite ran up to Shawn, giving him both her hands | 139 |
"Oh Shawn!"
It was a shrill voice calling from the bank above the river.
"You can holler till dark, but I ain't goin' to answer you while ablue-channel cat is nibblin' at this line."
Through the short and chubby fingers a stout sea-grass line was runningout to the accumulated driftwood in the eddy below the wharf-boat.Suddenly there came a spasmodic jerk of the line.
"He bluffed that time."
The front finger tapped the line, as an expert telegraph operator tapshis key.
"He's coming back for that crawfish tail now." The line went taut. Thefreckled arm