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Squire Hawkins and His Tennessee Land—He Decides to Remove to Missouri

My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice distinctions myself.

To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs loo...

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Colonel Sellers at Home—His Wonderful Clock and Cure for Rheumatism

By and by, when I was older, she brought home the word Unintellectual, one time, and worked it pretty hard all the week at different gatherings, making much unhappiness and despondency; and it was at this time that I noticed that during that week she was asked for the meaning at eight different a...

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Death of Judge Hawkins

When I was well grown, at last, I was sold and taken away, and I never saw her again. She was broken-hearted, and so was I, and we cried; but she comforted me as well as she could, and said we were sent into this world for a wise and good purpose, and must do our duties without repining, take our...

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CATEGORY 12 Jun 2019

The Engineer Corps Arrive at Stone’s Landing

It was such a charming home!—my new one; a fine great house, with pictures, and delicate decorations, and rich furniture, and no gloom anywhere, but all the wilderness of dainty colors lit up with flooding sunshine; and the spacious grounds around it, and the great garden—oh, greensward, and nobl...

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CATEGORY 12 Jun 2019

Laura and Col Sellers Go To Washington On Invitation of Senator Dilworthy

Other times I lay on the floor in the mistress's work-room and slept, she gently using me for a foot-stool, knowing it pleased me, for it was a caress; other times I spent an hour in the nursery, and got well tousled and made happy; other times I watched by the crib there, when the baby was aslee...

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CATEGORY 12 Jun 2019

An Hour in a Book Store

The pain was cruel, but, no matter, I must not lose any time; he might come back at any moment; so I limped on three legs to the other end of the hall, where there was a dark little stairway leading up into a garret where old boxes and such things were kept, as I had heard say, and where people s...

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