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Title: The Trail of the Lonesome Pine

Author: John Fox, Jr.

Illustrator: F.C. Yohn

Release Date: February, 2004 [EBook #5122]
Posting Date: October 12, 2009 [EBook #5122]

Language: English

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THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE

BY

JOHN FOX, JR.

ILLUSTRATED BY F. C. YOHN

[Illustration: Frontispiece]

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To F. S.

THE TRAIL OF THE LONESOME PINE

I

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.
Her breath was still coming fast between her parted lips. 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. 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. 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. 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. She had
never been up there before. 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. So, she lay back and rested--her