ISBN: 9781152123649

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ... picks up one the coyotes overlooks. It shows it''s been cut off at the fetlock j''int by a knife. ''This spectre,'' says Enright, passin'' the hoof to Peets, ''packs a bowie; an'' he likewise butchers his prey. Also, ondoubted, he freights the meat off some''ers to his camp, which is why we don''t notice no big bones layin'' ''round loose.'' Then Enright scans the grass mighty scroopulous; an'' shore enough! thar''s plenty of pony tracks printed into the soil. ''That don''t look so soopernacheral neither,'' says Enright, p''intin'' to the hoof-prints. '' Them''s shorely made by a flesh an'' blood pony,'' says Peets. ''An'' from their goin'' some deep into the ground, I dedooces that said cayouse is loaded down with what weight of beef an'' man it can stagger onder.'' That evenin'' over their grub Enright an'' Peets discusses the business. Thar''s a jimcrow Mexican plaza not three miles off in the hills. Both of ''em is aware of this hamlet, an'' Peets, partic''lar, is well acquainted with a old Mexican sharp who lives thar--he''s a kind o'' schoolmaster among ''em--who''s mighty cunnin'' an'' learned. His name is Jose Miguel. '' An'' I''m beginnin'' to figger,'' says Peets, ''that this ghostly rider is the foxy little Jose Miguel. Which I''ve frequent talked with him; an'' he saveys enough about drugs an'' chemicals to paint up with phosphorus an'' go surgin'' about an'' stampedin'' cattle over bluffs. It''s a mighty good idee from his standp''int. He can argue that the cattle kills themse''fs--sort o'' commits sooicide inadvertent--an'' if we-all tracks up on him with the beef, he insists on his innocence, an'' puts it up that his cuttin in on the play after said cattle done slays themse''fi injures nobody but coyotes.'' '' Doc,'' coincides Enright, after roominatin'' in silence,.'' Doc, t... Alfred Henry Lewis, Books, Fiction and Literature, Wolfville Nights Books>Fiction and Literature <

ISBN: 9781152123649

In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at … More...

In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at Washington when in the gallery we worked shoulder to shoulder; I might recall to you the wit of Hannum, or remind you of the darkling Barrett, the mighty Decker, the excellent Cohen, the vivid Brown, the imaginative Miller, the volatile Angus, the epigrammatic Merrick, the quietly satirical Splain, Rouzer the In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at Washington when in the gallery we worked shoulder to shoulder; I might recall to you the wit of Hannum, or remind you of the darkling Barrett, the mighty Decker, the excellent Cohen, the vivid Brown, the imaginative Miller, the volatile Angus, the epigrammatic Merrick, the quietly satirical Splain, Rouzer the earnest, Boynton the energetic, Carson the eminent, and Dunnell, famous for a bitter, frank integrity. I might remember that day when the gifted Fanciulli, with no more delicate inspiration than crackers, onions, and cheese, and no more splendid conservatory than Shoemaker's, wrote, played and consecrated to you his famous "Lone Star March" wherewith he so disquieted the public present of the next concert in the White House grounds. Or I might hark back to the campaign of '92, when together we struggled against national politics as evinced in the city of New York; I might repaint that election night when, with one hundred thousand whirling dervishes of democracy in Madison Square, dancing dances, and singing songs of victory, we undertook through the hubbub to send from the "Twenty-third street telegraph office" half-hourly bulletins to our papers in the West; how you, accompanied of the dignified Richard Bright, went often to the Fifth Avenue Hotel; and how at last you dictated your bulletins-a sort of triumphant blank verse, they were-as Homeric of spirit as lofty of phrase-to me, who caught them as they came from your lips, losing none of their fire, and so flashed them all burning into Texas, far away. But of what avail would be such recount? Distance separates us and time has come between. Those are the old years, these are the new, with newer years beyond. Life like a sea is filling from rivers of experience. Books, Fiction~~General, Wolfville-Nights~~Alfred-Henry-Lewis, 999999999, Wolfville Nights, Alfred Henry Lewis, 1152123645, General Books LLC, , , , , General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781152123649

In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at … More...

In offering this book to you I might have advantage of the occasion to express my friendship and declare how high I hold you as a journalist and a man. Or I might speak of those years at Washington when in the gallery we worked shoulder to shoulder; I might recall to you the wit of Hannum, or remind you of the darkling Barrett, the mighty Decker, the excellent Cohen, the vivid Brown, the imaginative Miller, the volatile Angus, the epigrammatic Merrick, the quietly satirical Splain, Rouzer the earnest, Boynton the energetic, Carson the eminent, and Dunnell, famous for a bitter, frank integrity. I might remember that day when the gifted Fanciulli, with no more delicate inspiration than crackers, onions, and cheese, and no more splendid conservatory than Shoemaker's, wrote, played and consecrated to you his famous "Lone Star March" wherewith he so disquieted the public present of the next concert in the White House grounds. Or I might hark back to the campaign of '92, when together we struggled against national politics as evinced in the city of New York; I might repaint that election night when, with one hundred thousand whirling dervishes of democracy in Madison Square, dancing dances, and singing songs of victory, we undertook through the hubbub to send from the "Twenty-third street telegraph office" half-hourly bulletins to our papers in the West; how you, accompanied of the dignified Richard Bright, went often to the Fifth Avenue Hotel; and how at last you dictated your bulletins-a sort of triumphant blank verse, they were-as Homeric of spirit as lofty of phrase-to me, who caught them as they came from your lips, losing none of their fire, and so flashed them all burning into Texas, far away. But of what avail would be such recount? Distance separates us and time has come between. Those are the old years, these are the new, with newer years beyond. Life like a sea is filling from rivers of experience. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ General Wolfville-Nights~~Alfred-Henry-Lewis General Books LLC<