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Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories By: John Fox (1863-1919) |
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and Other Stories
by JOHN FOX, JR.
TO
MY BROTHER
JAMES
AUTHOR'S NOTE
CONTENTS
ON HELL FER SARTAIN CREEK
THROUGH THE GAP
A TRICK O' TRADE
GRAYSON'S BABY
COURTIN' ON CUTSHIN
THE MESSAGE IN THE SAND
THE SENATOR'S LAST TRADE
PREACHIN' ON KINGDOM COME
THE PASSING OF ABRAHAM SHIVERS
A PURPLE RHODODENDRON
ON HELL FER SARTAIN CREEK
Thar was a dancin' party Christmas night on "Hell fer Sartain." Jes
tu'n up the fust crick beyond the bend thar, an' climb onto a stump,
an' holler about ONCE, an' you'll see how the name come. Stranger,
hit's HELL fer sartain! Well, Rich Harp was thar from the head waters,
an' Harve Hall toted Nance Osborn clean across the Cumberlan'. Fust
one ud swing Nance, an' then t'other. Then they'd take a pull out'n
the same bottle o' moonshine, an' fust one an' then t'other they'd
swing her agin. An' Abe Shivers a settin' thar by the fire a bitin'
his thumbs! Well, things was sorter whoopin', when somebody ups an' tells Harve
that Rich had said somep'n' agin Nance an' him, an' somebody ups an'
tells Rich that Harve had said somep'n' agin Nance an' HIM. In a
minute, stranger, hit was like two wild cats in thar. Folks got 'em
parted, though, but thar was no more a swingin' of Nance that night.
Harve toted her back over the Cumberlan', an' Rich's kinsfolks tuk him
up "Hell fer Sartain"; but Rich got loose, an' lit out lickety split
fer Nance Osborn's. He knowed Harve lived too fer over Black Mountain
to go home that night, an' he rid right across the river an' up to
Nance's house, an' hollered fer Harve. Harve poked his head out'n the
loft he knowed whut was wanted an' Harve says, "Uh, come in hyeh an'
go to bed. Hit's too late!" An' Rich seed him a gapin' like a chicken,
an' in he walked, stumblin' might' nigh agin the bed whar Nance was
a layin', listenin' an' not sayin' a word. Stranger, them two fellers slept together plum frien'ly, an' they et
together plum frien'ly next mornin', an' they sa'ntered down to the
grocery plum frien'ly. An' Rich says, "Harve," says he, "let's have a
drink." "All right, Rich," says Harve. An' Rich says, "Harve," says
he, "you go out'n that door an' I'll go out'n this door." "All right,
Rich," says Harve, an' out they walked, steady, an' thar was two shoots
shot, an' Rich an' Harve both drapped, an' in ten minutes they was
stretched out on Nance's bed an' Nance was a lopin' away fer the yarb
doctor. The gal nussed 'em both plum faithful. Rich didn't hev much to say,
an' Harve didn't hev much to say. Nance was sorter quiet, an' Nance's
mammy, ole Nance, jes grinned. Folks come in to ax atter 'em right
peart. Abe Shivers come cl'ar 'cross the river powerful frien'ly an'
ever' time Nance ud walk out to the fence with him. One time she
didn't come back, an' ole Nance fotched the boys thar dinner, an' ole
Nance fotched thar supper, an' then Rich he axed whut was the matter
with young Nance. An' ole Nance jes snorted. Atter a while Rich says:
"Harve," says he, "who tol' you that I said that word agin you an'
Nance?" "Abe Shivers," says Harve. "An' who tol' you," says Harve,
"that I said that word agin Nance an' YOU?" "Abe Shivers," says Rich.
An' both says, "Well, damn me!" An' Rich tu'ned right over an' begun
pullin' straws out'n the bed. He got two out, an' he bit one off, an'
he says: "Harve," says he, "I reckon we better draw fer him. The
shortes' gits him." An' they drawed. Well, nobody ever knowed which
got the shortes' straw, stranger, but Thar'll be a dancin' party comin' Christmas night on "Hell fer
Sartain." Rich Harp 'll be thar from the head waters. Harve Hall's
a goin' to tote the Widder Shivers clean across the Cumberlan'. Fust
one 'll swing Nance, an' then t'other. Then they'll take a pull out'n
the same bottle o' moonshine, an' fust one an' then t'other they'll
swing her agin, jes the same. ABE won't be thar. He's a settin' by a
bigger fire, I reckon (ef he ain't in it), a bitin' his thumbs!
THROUGH THE GAP
When thistles go adrift, the sun sets down the valley between the
hills; when snow comes, it goes down behind the Cumberland and streams
through a great fissure that people call the Gap... Continue reading book >>
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