The Copperhead by Harold Frederic

The Copperhead

byHarold Frederic

Paperback | January 11, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1893. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX Esther's Visit The next day, Saturday, was my birthday. I celebrated it by a heavy cold, with a bursting headache and chills chasing each other down my back. I went out to the cow-barn with the two men before daylight, as usual, but felt so bad that I had to come back to the house before milking was half over. The moment M'rye saw me, I was ordered on to the sick-list. The Beech homestead was a good place to be sick in. Both M'rye and Janey had a talent in the way of fixing up tasty little dishes for invalids, and otherwise ministering to their comfort, which year after year went a-begging, simply because all the men-folk kept so well. Therefore, when the rare opportunity did arrive, they made the most of it. I had my feet and legs put into a bucket of hot water, and wrapped round with burdock leaves. Janey prepared for my breakfast some soft toast -- not the insipid and common milk-toast -- but each goldenbrown slice treated separately on a plate, first moistened with scalding water, then peppered, salted, and buttered, with a little cold milk on top of all. I ate this sumptuous breakfast at my leisure, ensconced in M'rye's big cushioned rocking-chair, with my feet and legs, well tucked up in a blanket-shawl, stretched out on another chair, comfortably near the stove. It was taken for granted that I had caught my cold out around the bonfire the previous evening -- and this conviction threw a sort of patriotic glamour about my illness, at least in my own mind. The bonfire had been a famous success. Though there was a trifle of rain in the air, the barrels and mossy discarded old fencerails burned like pitch-pine, and when Hurley and I threw on armfuls of brush, the sparks burst up with a roar into a flaming column which we felt must be visible all ove...

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Title:The CopperheadFormat:PaperbackDimensions:36 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.07 inPublished:January 11, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0217579973

ISBN - 13:9780217579971

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