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- Author: Roy J Snell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1493797387
- ISBN-13: 9781493797387
- Format: 18.9 x 24.6 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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In a cabin far up the side of Pine Mountain, within ten paces of the murmuring waters of Ages Creek, there stood an old, two roomed log cabin. In one room of that cabin sat a girl. She was a large, strong girl, with the glow of ruddy health on her cheeks. Her dress, though simple, displayed a taste too often missing in the Cumberland Mountains of Kentucky, and one might have guessed that she was from outside the mountains. If one were to observe her, sitting there in a rustic splint bottomed chair; if he were to study her by the flickering firelight, he might have said: "She is a guest." In this he would have been wrong. Florence Huyler was virtually a prisoner in that cabin. As she sat there dreamily gazing at the flickering fire, a man did sentry duty outside the door. He seemed asleep as he sat slouched over in a chair tilted against the cabin, but he was not. Nor would the occupant of that chair sleep this night. Yet, had you said to Florence, "Why do they hold you prisoner here?" she would have replied: "I'm sure I don't know." That would have been true, too.
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- Author: Roy J Snell
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 136
- ISBN-10: 1493797387
- ISBN-13: 9781493797387
- Format: 18.9 x 24.6 x 0.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
In a cabin far up the side of Pine Mountain, within ten paces of the murmuring waters of Ages Creek, there stood an old, two roomed log cabin. In one room of that cabin sat a girl. She was a large, strong girl, with the glow of ruddy health on her cheeks. Her dress, though simple, displayed a taste too often missing in the Cumberland Mountains of Kentucky, and one might have guessed that she was from outside the mountains. If one were to observe her, sitting there in a rustic splint bottomed chair; if he were to study her by the flickering firelight, he might have said: "She is a guest." In this he would have been wrong. Florence Huyler was virtually a prisoner in that cabin. As she sat there dreamily gazing at the flickering fire, a man did sentry duty outside the door. He seemed asleep as he sat slouched over in a chair tilted against the cabin, but he was not. Nor would the occupant of that chair sleep this night. Yet, had you said to Florence, "Why do they hold you prisoner here?" she would have replied: "I'm sure I don't know." That would have been true, too.
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