Voices; Birth-Marks; The Man and the ElephantHolt, Mathew Joseph
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Voices; Birth-Marks; The Man and the Elephant
Holt, Mathew Joseph
Kentucky -- Fiction; Kentucky -- History
John, slipping on the new smoking jacket, sat on the edge of the bed and
with the pleased curiosity of a boy of twelve inspected his presents.
“Well Pip (meaning his father) must be feeling good this Christmas; his
check will come in handy. What nice things mother buys; she’s always
thinking of my comfort. Perfectos from Sally Bradley and strong black
ones; she should know by now I don’t like that brand. That’s the cigar
that Jelly Bean Stoll smokes. He’s been there quite a bit lately. I bet
she sent the brand I like to him; got things mixed up. Oh! what a
beautiful cigar case, and from Fannie Scott! She’s the hot stuff! That
girl has some taste! She gets better looking every day. I’ll go to see
her tomorrow night; but I really should go to Sally’s. Hello! here’s a
beefsteak or ten pounds of nails; it looks like it just came from the
butcher shop or the hardware store. No, it’s from Big Creek! Where’s Big
Creek? Oh, I remember that little girl, all legs and arms. She looked
like a mosquito and talked like a preacher. Well! Well! Well! mittens
and yarn socks; the first I have seen in ten years, and a letter.
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“Big Creek, Kentucky.
“December 18th, 1914.
“John M. Allen, Esq.
“Dear Friend:
“It is seven months today since you were here and I have grown a lot. My
birthday was last month, November 7th. I am now thirteen. Miss Smith,
the teacher, says: ‘Jeannette at last you know how to write a letter. No
wonder, you have spent half your time trying.’ The dictionary is nearly
worn out. I look up every word.
“Last summer I hunted ‘Sang’ on the mountain for three days and when
granny went to Hyden to sell the feathers, the eggs and a basket of
chickens, she sold it and the store man gave her 1 dollar and 60 cents,
all mine.
“Hi Lewis lives up the creek. He has some sheep and I bought 2 pounds of
wool from him with part of my money. I washed the wool until it was as
white as the whiskers of Santa Clans then I spun it into yarn on
granny’s spinning wheel and gave Sim Blair the mail man two bit to buy
me some red and blue dyes and some I made red and some blue. With the
blue I made granny some mits and grandpa some socks but I kept the red
for your Christmas gift and last night I finished it.
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