![]() Down it went, writhing this way and that to a spur that had been swept bare by forest fires. She drew a long breath and stirred uneasily-she'd better go home now-but the path had a snake-like charm for her and still she stood, following it as far down as she could with her eyes. There was the way at her feet-that path that coiled under the cliff and ran down loop by loop through majestic oak and poplar and masses of rhododendron. With the thought, she rose slowly to her feet, moved slowly to the cliff that dropped sheer ten feet aside from the trail, and stood there like a great scarlet flower in still air. Beyond those white mists trailing up the hills, beyond the blue smoke drifting in the valley, those limitless blue waves must run under the sun on and on to the end of the world! Her dead sister had gone into that far silence and had brought back wonderful stories of that outer world: and she began to wonder more than ever before whether she would ever go into it and see for herself what was there. It was a big world, though, that was spread before her and a vague awe of it seized her straightway and held her motionless and dreaming. So, she lay back and rested-her little mouth tightening fiercely. She had no business there now, and, if she were found out when she got back, she would get a scolding and maybe something worse from her step-mother-and all that trouble and risk for nothing but smoke. Where was the great glare of yellow light that the circuit rider had told about-and the leaping tongues of fire? Where was the shrieking monster that ran without horses like the wind and tossed back rolling black plumes all streaked with fire? For many days now she had heard stories of the furriners who had come into those hills and were doing strange things down there, and so at last she had climbed up through the dewy morning from the cove on the other side to see the wonders for herself. ![]() Beyond them was a gap in the next mountain chain and down in the little valley, just visible through it, were trailing blue mists as well, and she knew that they were smoke. The mountains ran in limitless blue waves towards the mounting sun-but at birth her eyes had opened on them as on the white mists trailing up the steeps below her. There were tiny drops along the roots of her shining hair, for the climb had been steep, and now the shadow of disappointment darkened her eyes. ![]() Her breath was still coming fast between her parted lips. She sat at the base of the big tree-her little sunbonnet pushed back, her arms locked about her knees, her bare feet gathered under her crimson gown and her deep eyes fixed on the smoke in the valley below. Square Deal Sanderson by Chares Alden Seltzer Published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USAĮstablished in 1974, offering over 14,000 booksĪ Daughter of the Middle Border by Hamlin Garland The Trail Of The Lonesome Pine By John Fox, Jr. Many of his novels were historical romances or period dramas set in that region." Read more Many of his works reflected the naturalist style, his childhood in Kentucky's Bluegrass region, and his life among the coal miners of Big Stone Gap, Virginia. The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come (published in 1903) and The Trail of the Lonesome Pine (published in 1908) are arguably his most well known and successful works, entering the New York Times top ten list of bestselling novels for 1903, 1904, 1908, and 1909 respectively. ![]() Though he occasionally wrote for periodicals, after 1904, Fox dedicated much of his attention to fiction. Fox gained a following as a war correspondent, working for Harper's Weekly in Cuba during the Spanish-American War of 1898, where he served with the "Rough Riders." Six years later he traveled to Asia to report on the Russo-Japanese War for Scribner's magazine. Two moderately successful short story collections followed, as well as his first conventional novel, The Kentuckians in 1898. After working for both New York Times and the New York Sun, he published a successful serialization of his first novel, A Mountain Europa, in Century magazine in 1892. He graduated in 1883 before becoming a reporter in New York City. According to Wikipedia: "Born in Stony Point, Kentucky to John William Fox, Sr., and Minerva Worth Carr, Fox studied English at Harvard University. ![]()
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