Bøger af John Fox

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""Blue Grass And Rhododendron: Outdoors In Old Kentucky"" is a classic book written by John Fox Jr. that explores the natural beauty of Kentucky. The book is a collection of essays that describe the author's experiences while exploring the state's forests, mountains, and rivers. Fox Jr. writes about the wildlife, flora, and fauna that he encounters during his outdoor adventures. He also shares anecdotes about the people he meets and the local customs and traditions that he observes. The book is a celebration of Kentucky's natural heritage and a tribute to the state's unique culture. It is a must-read for anyone who loves the outdoors and is interested in learning more about Kentucky's rich history and natural beauty.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Christmas Eve on Lonesome and Other Stories is a collection of short stories written by John Fox Jr. The book includes six stories that are set in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky during the late 1800s and early 1900s. The title story, Christmas Eve on Lonesome, is about a young boy named Bud who is determined to find a Christmas tree for his family despite the harsh winter weather. Other stories in the collection include Hell Fer Sartain, The Last Stetson, The Pardon of Becky Day, The Christmas Tree and The Trail of the Lonesome Pine. These stories explore themes of love, family, tradition, and the ruggedness of life in the mountains. Fox Jr.'s vivid descriptions of the landscape and the people who inhabit it bring the stories to life and provide a glimpse into a unique time and place in American history. Overall, Christmas Eve on Lonesome and Other Stories is a heartwarming and nostalgic collection that celebrates the spirit of the holiday season and the resilience of the human spirit.1904. Illustrated. War correspondent and author, Fox wrote 14 novels and 45 short stories. Contents: Christmas Eve on Lonesome; The Army of the Callahan; The Last Stetson; The Pardon of Becky Day; A Crisis for the Guard; and Christmas Night with Satan. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

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As Clayton rose to his feet in the still air, the tree-tops began to tremble in the gap below him, and a rippling ran through the leaves up the mountain-side. Drawing off his hat he stretched out his arms to meet it, and his eyes closed as the cool wind struck his throat and face and lifted the hair from his forehead. About him the mountains lay like a tumultuous sea-the Jellico Spur, stilled gradually on every side into vague, purple shapes against the broken rim of the sky, and Pine Mountain and the Cumberland Range racing in like breakers from the north. Under him lay Jellico Valley, and just visible in a wooded cove, whence Indian Creek crept into sight, was a mining-camp-a cluster of white cabins-from which he had climbed that afternoon. At that distance the wagon-road narrowed to a bridle-path, and the figure moving slowly along it and entering the forest at the base of the mountain was shrunk to a toy. For a moment Clayton stood with his face to the west, drinking in the air; then tightening his belt, he caught the pliant body of a sapling and swung loose from the rock. As the tree flew back, his dog sprang after him. The descent was sharp. At times he was forced to cling to the birch-tops till they lay flat on the mountain-side.

The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come By John Fox

Twin spirals of blue smoke rose on either side of the spur, crept tendril-like up two dark ravines, and clearing the feathery green crests of the trees, drifted lazily on upward until, high above, they melted shyly together and into the haze that veiled the drowsy face of the mountain.

Thar was a dancin'-party Christmas night on "Hell fer Sartain." Jes tu'n up the fust crick beyond the bend thar, an' climb onto a stump, an' holler about ONCE, an' you'll see how the name come. Stranger, hit's HELL fer sartain! Well, Rich Harp was thar from the head-waters, an' Harve Hall toted Nance Osborn clean across the Cumberlan'. Fust one ud swing Nance, an' then t'other. Then they'd take a pull out'n the same bottle o' moonshine, an'-fust one an' then t'other-they'd swing her agin. An' Abe Shivers a-settin' thar by the fire a-bitin' his thumbs!

Day breaking on the edge of the Bluegrass and birds singing the dawn in. Ten minutes swiftly along the sunrise and the world is changed: from nervous exaltation of atmosphere to an air of balm and peace; from grim hills to the rolling sweep of green slopes; from a high mist of thin verdure to low wind-shaken banners of young leaves; from giant poplar to white ash and sugar-tree; from log-cabin to homesteads of brick and stone; from wood-thrush to meadow-lark; rhododendron to bluegrass; from mountain to lowland, Crittenden was passing home.

THE cave had been their hiding-place as children; it was a secret refuge now against hunger or darkness when they were hunting in the woods. The primitive meal was finished; ashes were raked over the red coals; the slice of bacon and the little bag of meal were hung high against the rock wall; and the two stepped from the cavern into a thicket of rhododendrons.

A MIDSUMMER freshet was running over old Gabe Bunch's water-wheel into the Cumberland. Inside the mill Steve Marcum lay in one dark corner with a slouched hat over his face. The boy Isom was emptying a sack of corn into the hopper. Old Gabe was speaking his mind.

Preaching at the open-air meeting-house was just over and the citizens of Happy Valley were pouring out of the benched enclosure within living walls of rhododendron. Men, women, children, babes in arms mounted horse or mule or strolled in family groups homeward up or down the dusty road. Youths and maids paired off, dallying behind. Emerged last one rich, dark, buxom girl alone. Twenty yards down the road two young mountaineers were squatted in the shade whittling, and to one she nodded. The other was a stranger-one Jay Dawn-and the stare he gave her was not only bold but impudent.

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She sat at the base of the big tree-her little sunbonnet pushed back, her arms locked about her knees, her bare feet gathered under her crimson gown and her deep eyes fixed on the smoke in the valley below. Her breath was still coming fast between her parted lips. There were tiny drops along the roots of her shining hair, for the climb had been steep, and now the shadow of disappointment darkened her eyes. The mountains ran in limitless blue waves towards the mounting sun-but at birth her eyes had opened on them as on the white mists trailing up the steeps below her. Beyond them was a gap in the next mountain chain and down in the little valley, just visible through it, were trailing blue mists as well, and she knew that they were smoke. Where was the great glare of yellow light that the "circuit rider" had told about-and the leaping tongues of fire? Where was the shrieking monster that ran without horses like the wind and tossed back rolling black plumes all streaked with fire? For many days now she had heard stories of the "furriners" who had come into those hills and were doing strange things down there, and so at last she had climbed up through the dewy morning from the cove on the other side to see the wonders for herself.

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Crittenden: A Kentucky Story of Love and War is a historical fiction novel written by John Fox Jr. The book is set in the mid-19th century and tells the story of a family from Kentucky during the American Civil War. The main character, Judge Crittenden, is a respected member of the community who is torn between his loyalty to the Union and his love for his Southern roots.The novel explores themes of family, loyalty, and patriotism as the Crittenden family struggles to navigate the turbulent times of the Civil War. The story is set against the backdrop of the Battle of Perryville, one of the bloodiest battles of the war, and follows the family's experiences as they deal with the aftermath of the conflict.Throughout the book, Fox Jr. paints a vivid picture of life in Kentucky during the Civil War, highlighting the struggles and hardships faced by both Union and Confederate sympathizers. The novel also delves into the complex relationships between family members and the ways in which the war affected these relationships.Overall, Crittenden: A Kentucky Story of Love and War is a well-crafted historical fiction novel that offers a unique perspective on the Civil War and its impact on the people of Kentucky. It is a compelling read for anyone interested in American history or the human experience during times of conflict.1911. War correspondent and author, Fox wrote 14 novels and 45 short stories. The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come is his best-known and best-selling book. Crittenden begins: Day breaking on the edge of the Bluegrass and birds singing the dawn in. Ten minutes swiftly along the sunrise and the world is changed: from nervous exaltation of atmosphere to an air of balm and peace; from grim hills to the rolling sweep of green slopes; from a high mist of thin verdure to low wind-shaken banners of young leaves; from giant poplar to white ash and sugar-tree; from log-cabin to homesteads of brick and stone; from wood-thrush to meadowlark; rhododendron to bluegrass; from mountain to lowland, Crittenden was passing home. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Christmas Eve On Lonesome And Other Stories

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Old Gabe had told him once about a Stetson and a Lewallen who were heard half a mile away praying while they fought each other to death with Winchesters. There was no use prayin' an' shootin'," the miller declared. There was but one way for them to escape damnation; that was to throw down their guns and make friends. But the miller had forgotten, and his mood that morning was whimsical.

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