Excerpt: ...personal, I wouldn't cut his trail for a bunch of ponies! "'Be you-all scared of ghosts, Dan?' asks Faro Nell. "'Be I scared of ghosts?' says Dan. 'Which I wish, I could see a ghost an' show you! I don't want to brag none, Nellie, but I'll gamble four for one, an' go as far as you likes, that if you was to up an' show me a ghost right ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...personal, I wouldn't cut his trail for a bunch of ponies! "'Be you-all scared of ghosts, Dan?' asks Faro Nell. "'Be I scared of ghosts?' says Dan. 'Which I wish, I could see a ghost an' show you! I don't want to brag none, Nellie, but I'll gamble four for one, an' go as far as you likes, that if you was to up an' show me a ghost right now, I wouldn't stop runnin' for a month. But what appals me partic'lar, ' goes on Dan, 'about Peets an' Enright, is they takes their guns. Now a ghost waxes onusual indignant if you takes to shootin' him up with guns. No, it don't hurt him; but he regyards sech demonstrations as insults. It's like my old pap says that time about the Yankees. My old pap is a colonel with Gen'ral Price, an' on this evenin' is engaged in leadin' one of the most intrepid retreats of the war. As he's prancin' along at the head of his men where a great commander belongs, he's shore scandalised by hearin' his r'ar gyard firin' on the Yanks. So he rides back, my old pap does, an' he says: "Yere you-all eediots! Whatever do you mean by shootin' at them Yankees? Don't you know it only makes 'em madder?" An' that, ' concloods Dan, 'is how I feels about spectres. I wouldn't go lammin' loose at 'em with no guns; it only makes 'em madder.' "It's the next day, an' Peets an' Enright is organised in the ha'nted sign-camp of the Bar-B-8. Also, they've been lookin' round. By ridin' along onder the face of the precipice, they comes, one after t'other, on what little is left of the dead steers. What strikes 'em as a heap pecooliar is that thar's no bones or horns. Two or three of the hoofs is kickin' about, an' Enright picks up one the coyotes overlooks. It shows it's been cut off at the fetlock j'int by a knife. "'This spectre, ' says Enright, passin' the hoof to Peets, 'packs a bowie; an' he likewise butchers his prey. Also, ondoubted, he freights the meat off some'ers to his camp, which is why we don't notice no big bones layin' 'round loose.' Then...Read Less
Fair. No Jacket. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. Tan cloth binding. The pages are in nice clean condition. The binding is cracked in several places and there are a couple of loose pages, however all pages appear to be present. The title pages has crease on the bottom end. There is a lenghtly note printed on the front end paper. There is a small pencil mark on the spine.
Fair. No Dust Jacket. Size: 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" Tall; cover rubbed & edge worn, spine bumped, former owners inscription on ffep, hinges cracked, end papers foxed-Since 1997 delivering quality books to our neighbors, all around the world!
First Edition. 8vo. Black cloth w. gilt lettering and blue stamped wolf vignette. Covers are rubbed at spine and edges and have superficial insect damage at spine; some browning to pp., and ffep has small area where ink stamp has been bleached out. Binding is tight and pp. unmarked.
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