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The Entailed Hat; Or, Patty Cannon's Times

Chapter 3 THE FORESTERS.

Word Count: 1123    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

to shave, albeit his beard was never more than harmless down. By a sort of capillary attraction

der. "Go out and hire me a carriage wi

ed the hat i

h; "I want you to drive. Go with me,

mars

he tall, green, buckled hat, with the stiff, broad

e not disown thee now, because they give thee ridicule,

carriage, driven by his negro, and with two horses! Jack Wonnell took off his shining beaver to cheer. As the phenom

and soon entered upon the sandy, pine-slas

s and ridges, while in occasional level basins, where the stiff clay was exposed, some forester's unpainted hut sat black

nd scented the forest with perfume. The kalmia and the alder gave undergrowth and brilliancy to the foliage. Hoary and green with precipitate old age, the cypress-trees stood in moisture, and drooped the

like a giant plume of yellow and orange, a chief in joyou

l-spring shone at the bottom of a hollow cypress. He borrowed

negro, "dey say your gra

nder he lies, on the knoll by that stump, up

," added the negro, sociall

room and a loft, and the floor but a few in

two horses I'd

peach-trees, of which the largest grew on his ancestors' graves, the little cart for one horse or ox, which was

ed; "the worst of all is th

"Dey wouldn't speak to you in Princess Anne

eaches were formed as the sea slowly retreated. Hardly deeper than a human grave they strike water, below the sand and gravel. Below the water they drink is nothing but black mud,

ering nature broke out w

ster, de Milburns been heah so long, dey

ot upon an unrewarding land, and growing poorer, darker, down, from generat

to go some ob dese days.

set you on to de

ed about! Dar's none to mend for you, cook for

ntered the furnace village, and they saw the lights twinkle through the open doors of many cottages and the furnace flames dart over the forbidding mill-pond, where in the depths grew the iron ore, like a vegetable creation, and above the surface, on splayed and conical mud-washed roots, the hundreds of strong cypresses towered from the

depth and dread to the effect; some strange birds hooted as they dipped their wings in the surface, and, flying upw

," he said, "released the miasmas which slew all the peop

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