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Sally clae

of her journey, the cli corn rows It was a field

stood on end, and the hoed ground was uneven; but with no see of

weariness her red dress flashed steadfastly across the green spears,

and her voice was raised to shout: "Hello, Sa He did not

remove his hat or descend from his place of rest, and Sally, who

expected no such attention, caly on Samson was her hero It

seemed quite appropriate that one should have to climb steep

acclivities to reach him Her enamored eyes saw in the top rail of the

fence a throne, which she was content to address froround level

That he was fond of her and meant some day to marry her she knew, and

counted herself thecoves, too, knew it, and respected his proprietary rights

If he treated her with indulgent tolerance instead of chivalry, he was

the accepted attitude of the mountain man for the

mountain woman, not unlike that of the red warrior for his squaw