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Hagar's Hoard - Couverture souple

Turner, George Kibbe

 
9781176642850: Hagar's Hoard

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Présentation de l'éditeur

Commercial Appeal the other day about their finding $60,000 in greenbacks in an old misers house, some of it in those little old green shin-plasters that go back to Civil war time. And I showed it to my wife, and we smiled a little, and then grew sober right away again; for it set us thinking of my Uncle A thiel Hagar, the miser, and the Yellow Fever Year of 1878. It was on a Tuesday that the Fever came. I remember it because it was the day after rent day, the last Monday that my Uncle A thiel ever gathered up his rents from his negro tenements. I can see him now, driving into the black alley that still August evening his high, frail, old, mud-stained buggy swaying and lurching on that old wretched roadway; and Dolly, the old horse, wet and soapy from the hot weather. And my Uncle, there on the worn and shiny seat, in his linen duster; and the little old brown satchel for his collections in between his feet. Every man and boy and nigger in the town knew the rig the clay-stained, old, high buggy, with its paint checking off, and the little clay-colored man, with his bright, black eyes, and his lame leg a little extended; and the battered little handbag that brought back his nigger rents on Mon days. Old Grum, they called him, or Grummit behind his back, but never to his face. I went to take the horse and unharness it.
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