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The complete works of James Whitcomb Riley Volume 6 ; in ten volumes, including poems and prose sketches, many of which have not heretofore been ... illustrations in color from paintings by How - Softcover
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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. 1916 Excerpt: ...his health a bit--Though his business was confinin', he was gittin' used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how / was gittin' on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he'p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin', and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes' like he used to talk. '1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along 'fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But didn't come:--We got a postal later, sayin' when they had no trade They filled the time "invoicin' goods," and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin' altogether: Not a word--Exceptin' what the neighbers brung who'd been to town and heard What store John was clerkin' in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin'-Day! The night before that day of thanks I'll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin' round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin' at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin', "David! David!" in a' undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin' badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 "I've dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow," Mother said, A-tryin' to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head,--"And the mince-meat I'm a-mixin' is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich--" "Who'll eat 'em?" I-says-I. "The cramberries is drippin'-sweet," says Mother, runnin' on, P'tendin' not to hear me;--"and somehow I thought of John All the time...
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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. 1916 Excerpt: ...his health a bit--Though his business was confinin', he was gittin' used to it. And sometimes he would write and ast how / was gittin' on, And ef I had to pay out much fer he'p sence he was gone; And how the hogs was doin', and the balance of the stock, And talk on fer a page er two jes' like he used to talk. '1552 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM And he wrote, along 'fore harvest, that he guessed he would git home, Fer business would, of course, be dull in town.--But didn't come:--We got a postal later, sayin' when they had no trade They filled the time "invoicin' goods," and that was why he stayed. And then he quit a-writin' altogether: Not a word--Exceptin' what the neighbers brung who'd been to town and heard What store John was clerkin' in, and went round to inquire If they could buy their goods there less and sell their produce higher. And so the Summer faded out, and Autumn wore away, And a keener Winter never fetched around Thanks givin'-Day! The night before that day of thanks I'll never quite fergit, The wind a-howlin' round the house--it makes me creepy yit! And there set me and Mother--me a-twistin' at the prongs Of a green scrub-ellum forestick with a vicious pair of tongs, And Mother sayin', "David! David!" in a' undertone, As though she thought that I was thinkin' badwords unbeknown. HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM 1553 "I've dressed the turkey, David, fer to-morrow," Mother said, A-tryin' to wedge some pleasant subject in my stubborn head,--"And the mince-meat I'm a-mixin' is perfection mighty nigh; And the pound-cake is delicious-rich--" "Who'll eat 'em?" I-says-I. "The cramberries is drippin'-sweet," says Mother, runnin' on, P'tendin' not to hear me;--"and somehow I thought of John All the time...
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