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Hell Fer Sartain & Other Stories
Hell Fer Sartain & Other
Stories
By John Fox, Jr.
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Hell Fer Sartain & Other Stories
ON HELL-FER-SARTAIN
CREEK
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 e. 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!
Well, things was sorter whoopin', when somebody ups an' tells Harve
that Rich had said somep'n' agin Nance an' him, an' somebody ups an' tells
Rich that Harve had said somep'n' agin Nance an' HIM. In a minute,
stranger, hit was like two wild-cats in thar. Folks got 'em parted, though,
but thar was no more a-swingin' of Nance that night. Harve toted her
back over the Cumberlan', an' Rich's kinsfolks tuk him up ``Hell fer
Sartain''; but Rich got loose, an' lit out lickety-split fer Nance Osborn's.
He knowed Harve lived too fer over Black Mountain to go home that night,
an' he rid right across the river an' up to Nance's house, an' hollered fer
Harve. Harve poked his head out'n the loft--he knowed whut was
wanted--an' Harve says, ``Uh, come in hyeh an' go to bed. Hit's too late!''
An' Rich seed him a-gapin' like a chicken, an' in he walked, stumblin'
might' nigh agin the bed whar Nance was a-layin', listenin' an' not sayin' a
word.
Stranger, them two fellers slept together plum frien'ly, an' they et
together plum frien'ly next mornin', an' they sa'ntered down to the grocery
plum frien'ly. An' Rich says, ``Harve,'' says he, ``let's have a drink.''
``All right, Rich,'' says Harve. An' Rich says, ``Harve,'' says he, ``you go
out'n that door an'