Foglie di foresta . he ole trail fromthe St. Legis come usato per andare da Boot Bay Montaggio, non wantin themcity gente sopra il Sarahneck quizzin me bout dove ero 20 dollari FOGLIE DI FORESTA. In tre argille, credo, ho trovato un campo su vecchio Lampersan guardato giù sul lago più bello che abbia mai visto, ho pensato. All'uomo del campo wasa che sembrava fosse pronto per iniziare sulla pista del las, si stettinino una sedia su una piattaforma costruita su una grande roccia dove si poteva vedere il thelake e tutti i montaggi, proprio di fronte o la tenda. An i sez: Ciao, Mister! Un lui sez, Ciao! Youre uno straniero, ma Im potente felice

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Forest leaves . he ole trail fromthe St. Legis as used to go by Boot Bay Mounting, not wantin themcity folks over onto the Sarahneck quizzin me bout where I was $ 20 FOREST LEAVES. In bout three clays, I think, I found a camp up onto old Lampersan aslooked down onto the finest lake I ever seen, I thought. At the camp wasa man who looked like he was bout ready to start on the las trail, settinin a chair onto a platform built onto a big rock where you could see thelake an all the mountings, right in front o the tent. An I sez: Hello, Mister! An he sez, Hello! Youre a stranger, but Im mighty glad tosee ye. Come up an set down. So I puts my bag on the groun anclimes up the stairs to the platform, an shakes hans, he holdin hisn outcorjal like an savin, I dont see many folks up here an it gits lonesomelike an somehow ornother I cant keep any one arter I git him. I wonderhow youd like it? sez he, lookin at me appealin like; an I sez thatsjest what I come for, sez I. I hearn over onto the St. Legis as you (or. some un, I spose its you) wanted a man who aint afeard o the con-sumpthin, to kinder look arter you like, an I sez, Ben (Ben Lusk is myname) I sez, thats you, an jest as soon as them city chaps I was guidinwent away. I come an here I am, I sez. Im your man. sez I, an he sez, An Im yours, sez he, an here we both be, sez he: an thar I was. Now, Danny, boy, I aint goin into no explanafyin* bizness bouthe an me livin thar alone, ony as how it may consarn yerself. Y howas the man? asked Dan. Now, Danny boy, that consarns ye and thatIll tell ye. His name was Gorman. Gorman? repeated Dan, Gor-man? Yes, Gorman, replied Ben. Dan Gormans brother, HenryGorman. An, continued Ben, he was rich, an—now go easy, Dannyboy, go easy, when I tell ye that I know Henry Gorman was your father. FOREST LEAVES. 21 Thar now. ye hev it fair an square like. Henry Gorman was your father, an ye, Danny boy. are Henry Gormans son. I didnt know it then: anI didnt know it till long arter, but I knowed

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