5 edition of Dannys Own Story found in the catalog.
|LC Classifications||August 9, 2007|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 58 p. :|
|Number of Pages||85|
nodata File Size: 9MB.
Awakenings ; A leg to stand on ; The man who mistook his wife for a hat and other clinical tales ; and, Seeing voices
And if you are nigh a crick, purty soon it will sort of get to talking to you, only you can't make out what it's trying to say, and you get to wondering about that, too. I was getting sorry fur Hank myself. And Saturday morning we got the balloon filled up so she showed handsome, tugging away there at her ropes. She wasn't more'n sixteen, and when she found out I was a orphan she was Dannys Own Story, fur she was one herself. Away off through the trees our camp fire sent up jest a dull kind of a glow.
She had read a lot about earls, and knew their ways. And now where are they? Wilcox, his son, is too light-minded and goes at things too brisk and airy to give it the right kind of a send-off. Mis' Alexander turned to me, and wants to know what happened and how it happened and where it happened.
But that wasn't why I was so proud of it.
When in Town Drop in and Inspect Our New Embalming Outfit. Fur all of her being so gentle and easy and talking with one of them soft, drawly kind of voices, Martha says, no one had ever dared to ast her about herself, though they was a lot of women in that town that was wishful to.
If they is Dannys Own Story, what comfort they can get out of coming back where they ain't wanted and scaring folks is more'n I can see. Then him and the Injun picked up some banjoes and sung a comic song out loud and clear. And what them fellers had stopped at our place fur was to have the shoe of the nigh hoss's off hind foot nailed on, which it was most ready to drop off.
Or mebby even Looey would of said it better than I could.
Wilcox, his son, is too light-minded and goes at things too brisk and airy to give it the right kind of a send-off.
We fed em now and then, and throwed back in the little ones till they was growed, and kep' the dead ones picked out soon's we smelled anything wrong, and it never hurt the water none; and when I was a kid I wouldn't of took anything fur living in a house like that.
Look at this here hotel and livery stable, Danny.