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'Hell fer Sartain'



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


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