Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories (eBook, ePUB) - Fox, John
0,99 €
inkl. MwSt.
Sofort per Download lieferbar
  • Format: ePub

THROUGH THE GAP
When thistles go adrift, the sun sets down the valley between the hills; when snow comes, it goes down behind the Cumberland and streams through a great fissure that people call the Gap. Then the last light drenches the parson's cottage under Imboden Hill, and leaves an after-glow of glory on a majestic heap that lies against the east. Sometimes it spans the Gap with a rainbow.
Strange people and strange tales come through this Gap from the Kentucky hills. Through it came these two, late one day—a man and a woman—afoot. I met them at the foot-bridge over Roaring…mehr

Andere Kunden interessierten sich auch für
Produktbeschreibung
THROUGH THE GAP

When thistles go adrift, the sun sets down the valley between the hills; when snow comes, it goes down behind the Cumberland and streams through a great fissure that people call the Gap. Then the last light drenches the parson's cottage under Imboden Hill, and leaves an after-glow of glory on a majestic heap that lies against the east. Sometimes it spans the Gap with a rainbow.

Strange people and strange tales come through this Gap from the Kentucky hills. Through it came these two, late one day—a man and a woman—afoot. I met them at the foot-bridge over Roaring Fork.

"Is thar a preacher anywhar aroun' hyeh?" he asked. I pointed to the cottage under Imboden Hill. The girl flushed slightly and turned her head away with a rather unhappy smile. Without a word, the mountaineer led the way towards town. A moment more and a half-breed Malungian passed me on the bridge and followed them.

At dusk the next day I saw the mountaineer chopping wood at a shanty under a clump of rhododendron on the river-bank. The girl was cooking supper inside. The day following he was at work on the railroad, and on Sunday, after church, I saw the parson. The two had not been to him. Only that afternoon the mountaineer was on the bridge with another woman, hideously rouged and with scarlet ribbons fluttering from her bonnet. Passing on by the shanty, I saw the Malungian talking to the girl. She apparently paid no heed to him until, just as he was moving away, he said something mockingly, and with a nod of his head back towards the bridge. She did not look up even then, but her face got hard and white, and, looking back from the road, I saw her slipping through the bushes into the dry bed of the creek, to make sure that what the half-breed told her was true.
Autorenporträt
John Fox Jr. (1862–1919) was an American novelist and short story writer renowned for his depictions of life in the Kentucky Cumberland region. Born in Stony Point, Kentucky, he later pursued education at Harvard University, although he initially attended Transylvania University in Kentucky. Merely known for his romanticized tales of the Appalachian Mountains, Fox's works often navigated the complexities of industrialism and tradition. His literary contributions include 'The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come' (1903) and 'The Trail of the Lonesome Pine' (1908), both of which achieved bestseller status in their time. However, his lesser-known collection, 'Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories' (1897), delivers a vivid portrayal of the Kentucky mountain people through a series of poignant and rustic narratives. Fox's literary style commonly wove rich local dialect alongside meticulous observations of the topography. This immersion into regional settings and the human condition captures the dichotomy of an idyllic past impinged upon by emerging modernity. As such, Fox's work is often celebrated for its early contribution to the genre of Southern American literature and the authenticity of its characterizations. He remains an integral figure in the tapestry of early 20th-century American narrative arts.