A Gentleman Vagabond And Some Others
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Wall, I 'm beat ef thet ain't cur'us. Guess I got ter look him up." And he disap- peared hurriedly into the darkening for- est, his anxious, whistling call growing fainter and fainter as he was lost in its depths. Marthy was not uneasy, — not about the dog; it was the supper that troubled her. She knew Jonathan's ways, and she knew George. This was a favor- ite trick of the dog's, — this of losing Jonathan.
The trout were about burnt to a crisp and the corn-bread stone cold when Jon- athan came... trudging back, George in his arms, — a limp, soggy, half-dead dog, ap- parently. Marthy said nothing. It was an old story. Half the time Jonathan carried him home.
" Supper 's ready," she said quietly, and we went in, George slid out of Jonathan's arms, smelt about for a soft plank, and fell in a heap on the porch, his chin on his paws, his mean little eyes watching lazily, — speaking to nobody, noticing nobody, 132 JONATHAN sulking all to himself. There he stayed until he caught a whiff of the fragrant, pungent odor of fried trout.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Wall, I 'm beat ef thet ain't cur'us. Guess I got ter look him up." And he disap- peared hurriedly into the darkening for- est, his anxious, whistling call growing fainter and fainter as he was lost in its depths. Marthy was not uneasy, — not about the dog; it was the supper that troubled her. She knew Jonathan's ways, and she knew George. This was a favor- ite trick of the dog's, — this of losing Jonathan.
The trout were about burnt to a crisp and the corn-bread stone cold when Jon- athan came... trudging back, George in his arms, — a limp, soggy, half-dead dog, ap- parently. Marthy said nothing. It was an old story. Half the time Jonathan carried him home.
" Supper 's ready," she said quietly, and we went in, George slid out of Jonathan's arms, smelt about for a soft plank, and fell in a heap on the porch, his chin on his paws, his mean little eyes watching lazily, — speaking to nobody, noticing nobody, 132 JONATHAN sulking all to himself. There he stayed until he caught a whiff of the fragrant, pungent odor of fried trout.
What to read after A Gentleman Vagabond And Some Others?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by Smith Francis Hopkinson to read onlineMoreLess
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