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THE BATTLE-GROUND BOOK FIRST GOLDEN YEARS I "DE HINE FOOT ER A HE FRAWG" TOWARD the close of an early summer afternoon, a little girl came running along the turnpike to where a boy stood wriggling his feet in the dust. " Old Aunt Ailsey's done come back," she panted, "an' she's conjured the tails off Sambo's sheep. I saw 'em hanging on her door!" The boy received the news with an indifference from which it blankly rebounded. He buried one bare foot in the soft white sand and withdrew it with a jerk that powdered the blackberry vmes beside the way. "Where's Virginia?" he asked shortly. The little girl sat down in the tall grass by the roadside and shook her red curls from her eyes. She gave a breathless gasp and began fanning herself with the flap of her white sunbonnet. A fine moisture shone on her bare neck and arms above her frock of sprigged chintz calico. B 2. The Battle-Ground " She can't run a bit," she declared warmly, peering into the distance of the long white turnpike. " I'm a long ways ahead of her, and I gave her the start. Zeke's with her." With a grunt the boy promptly descended from his heavy dignity. "You can't run," he retorted. "I'd like to see a girl run, anyway." He straightened his legs and thrust his hands into his breeches pockets. " You can't run," he repeated. The little girl flashed a clear defiance; from a pair of beaming hazel eyes she threw him a scornful challenge. "I bet I can beat you," she stoutly rejoined . Then as the boy's glance fell upon her hair, her defiance waned. She put on her sunbonnet and drew it down over her brow. "I reckon I can run some," she finished uneasily. The boy followed her movements with a candid stare. " You can't hide it," he taunted; "it shines right through everything. 0 Lord, ain't I glad my head's not red! " At this pharisaical thanksgiving the little girl flushed to the ruffled brim of her bonnet. Her sensitive lips twitched, and she sat meekly gazing past the boy at the wall of rough gray stones which skirted a field of ripening wheat. Over the wheat a light wind blew, fanning the even heads of the bearded grain and dropping suddenly against the sunny mountains in the distance. In the nearer pasture, where the long grass was strewn with wild flowers, red and white cattle were grazing beside a little stream, and the tinkle of the cow bells drifted faintly across the slanting sunrays. It was open "De Hine Foot er a he Frawg" 3 country, with a peculiar quiet cleanliness about its long white roads and the genial blues and greens of its meadows. " Ain't I glad, a Lord! " chanted the boy again. The little girl stirred impatiently, her gaze fluttering from the landscape. "Old Aunt Ailsey's conjured all the tails off Sambo's sheep," she remarked, with feminine wile. " I saw 'em hanging on her door." "Oh, shucks! she can't conjure!" scoffed the boy. "She's nothing but a free nigger, anywayand besides, she's plum crazy -" " I saw 'em hanging on her door," steadfastly repeated the little girl. "The wind blew 'em right out, an' there they were." "Well, they wan't Sambo's sheep tails," retorted the boy, conclusively, "'cause Sambo's sheep ain't got any tails." Brought to bay, the little girl looked doubtfully up and down the turnpike. "Maybe she conjured 'em on first," she suggested at last. "Oh, you're a regular baby, Betty," exclaimed the boy, in disgust. " You'll be saying next that she can make rattlesnake's teeth sprout out of the ground." "She's got a mighty funny garden patch," admitted Betty, still credulous. Then she jumped up and ran along the road. "Here's Virginia!" she called sharply, " an' I beat her! I beat her fair! " A second little girl came panting through the dust, followed by a small negro boy with a shining black face. "There's a wagon comin' roun' the curve," she cried excitedly, "an' it's filled with old Mr. 4 The Battle-Ground Willis's servants. He's dead, and they're soldDolly 's sold, too." She was a fragile little creature, coloured like a flower, and her smooth brown hair hung in silken braids to her...

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ISBN
9780817388294
Related ISBN
9780817310417
MARC Record
OCLC
47010965
Pages
559
Launched on MUSE
2016-01-01
Language
English
Open Access
No
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