1 edition of Christmas eve on Lonesome found in the catalog.
|Statement||C. Scribners sons|
|Publishers||C. Scribners sons|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 107 p. :|
|Number of Pages||60|
|Christmas eve on Lonesome. The army of the Callahan. The last Stetson. The pardon of Becky Day. A crisis for the Guard. Christmas night with Satan.|
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And then, while he looked back hard into the chaplain's eyes, and now, while he splashed through the yellow mud thinking of that Christmas Eve, Buck shook his head; and then, as now, his sullen heart answered: "Mine!
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And still Buck looked--his clasp loosening on his pistol and his lips loosening under his Christmas eve on Lonesome mustache--and kept looking until the door opened again and the woman crossed the floor.
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as they never fall except on Christmas Eve. Satan slept in Uncle Carey's room, for of all people, after Dinnie, Satan loved Uncle Carey best.
The digital images were cleaned and prepared for printing through automated processes. All the stories seem to be set in or near the Cumberland Mountains of Kentucky from the time of the Civil War to about the turn of the 19th Century. A rubber ball with a hole in it was Christmas eve on Lonesome favorite plaything, and he would take it in his mouth and rush around the house like a child, squeezing it to make it whistle.
Nobody knew where he came from nor where he went, and Uncle Carey called him the "funeral dog" and said he was doubtless looking for his dead master. " Perhaps Satan had reached the stern old overseer's heart.
Buck smiled--pure hatred made him smile--but it was mean, a mean and sorry thing to shoot this man in the back, dog though he was; and now that the moment had come a wave of sickening shame ran through Buck. It was in Century magazine that his first story "A Mountain Europa" 1892 was published serially, followed by "A Cumberland Vendetta" a year later.
But nobody on Lonesome knew that it was Christmas Eve, although a child of the outer world could have guessed it, even out in those wilds where Lonesome slipped from one lone log cabin high up the steeps, down through a stretch of jungled darkness to another lone cabin at the mouth of the stream.
And then, as now, he thought of the enemy who had betrayed him to the law, and had sworn away his liberty, and had robbed him of everything in life except a fierce longing for the day when he could strike back and strike to kill.
It was Christmas Eve on Lonesome.
A mass of snow slipped softly to the earth.
The Appalachian dialect is very heavy, but well done.
"I tell you to turn on, Saty.