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id: 23554
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: A Chilhowee Lily 1911
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flesch: 80
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  I sewed up the man's money myself in them feather beds what he lay on whenst he war wagined down 'ter Colb'ry ter take the kyars. An' he got old man Byars ter wagin him down


id: 3024
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: The Last Stetson
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words: 9954
sentence: 602
flesch: 93
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  In time Steve Marcum had come face to face with old Steve Brayton in Hazlan, and the two Steves, as they were known, drew promptly. It was Crump, Eli Crump, who had been a spy for the Lewallens in the old feud and who was spying now for old Steve Brayton.


id: 410
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories
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words: 12613
sentence: 613
flesch: 89
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  He jes let that hoe-handle drap on Abe fer 'bout haffen hour, jes to give him time to study, an' next day thar was ole Tom a-settin' on his orchard fence a-lookin' mighty unknowin', when the furriner's podner come a-prancin' up an' axed ef old Tom Perkins lived thar. The same night, mind ye, a feller slips in among the revenoos while they's asleep, and cuts off their hosses' manes an' tails--muled every durned critter uv 'em. Stranger, hit was Abe. An' as fer women-folks--well, Abe was the ill favoredest feller I ever see, an' he couldn't talk; still, Abe was sassy, an' you know how sass counts with the gals; an' Abe's whisperin' come in jes as handy as any feller's settin' up; so 'f ever you seed a man with a Winchester a-lookin' fer the feller who had cut him out, stranger, he was a-lookin' fer Abe.


id: 10735
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: Christmas Eve on Lonesome and Other Stories
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words: 20089
sentence: 1013
flesch: 85
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  I know I have never been able, since I knew little Satan, to think old Satan as bad as I once painted him, though I am sure the little dog had many pretty tricks that the old boy doubtless has never used in order to amuse his friends. So the wicked old namesake with the Hoofs and Horns laid a trap for little Satan, and, as he is apt to do, he began laying it early--long, indeed, before Christmas.


id: 20292
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: In Happy Valley
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words: 26173
sentence: 1492
flesch: 89
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  Soon they were at the Mission, where St. Hilda and Uncle Jerry and Aunt Jane were waiting on the porch, and where pale little boys and girls trooped weakly from the tents to welcome her. An', the Angel added dreamily, it come might' nigh bein' that-a-way if I just had---- You're a horrid, wicked little boy, St. Hilda cried, but the Angel would not be perturbed, for he was a practical moralist.


id: 5306
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: Down the Ravine
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words: 33673
sentence: 1987
flesch: 85
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summary:
  An' dad gin his cornsent ter Nate ter let me work a month an' better fur him, ter pay out'n debt fur the shoat. I kem home by the tanyard Jube Perkins hollered ter me ter tell Birt ter come thar right quick.


id: 20365
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: The Young Mountaineers: Short Stories
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words: 45090
sentence: 2544
flesch: 86
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summary:
  I'd ruther squeeze myself small enough ter git inter his'n, than ter hev ter yell like a catamount fur an hour I seen yer brother Alf awhile back, an' he axed me ter git ye ter go by Tom Brent's house, an' tell Tom ter meet him up the road a piece by that thar big sulphur spring.


id: 33970
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: The Raid of The Guerilla, and Other Stories
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words: 63597
sentence: 2951
flesch: 75
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summary:
  Then why n't ye leave it ter men? I can't _prove_ An' he got old man Byars ter wagin him down ter Colb'ry, a-layin' on two feather beds 'count o' the rocky roads, an' thar he got on the steam kyars an' he rid on them back ter


id: 31122
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: The Mystery of Witch-Face Mountain, and Other Stories
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words: 63466
sentence: 2848
flesch: 75
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  An' then, kase a mean-spirited half-liver flings dirt on ye an' yer fambly, fur ye ter sit down on a low stool, an' fill yer mouth with mud, an' 'low this air plenty good enough fur we-uns! Waal, he resumed, I b'lieve ef that thar traveler had been able ter speak ter ye when ye fund him, like ye said he tried ter do, I b'lieve he would hev tole ye suthin' 'bout that thar valley man.


id: 34208
author: Lundsford, Hugh
title: The Law of Hemlock Mountain
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words: 81032
sentence: 4063
flesch: 77
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summary:
  But my name's Glory Spurrier now--not Cappeze. Glory Spurrier sat staring ahead of her and at last she said aloud, in that tone which one uses when a thought finds expression, unconscious that it has been vocal: So he won our faith--with his clear eyes and his honest smile--only to swindle and rob us! My God, if I were a younger man, broke out the father passionately, rising from his chair and clenching the damaging papers in his talon-like fingers, I'd learn the oil game.


id: 26527
author: MacGowan, Alice
title: Judith of the Cumberlands
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words: 79844
sentence: 4349
flesch: 86
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summary:
  It apparently gave him satisfaction that Judith time after time eluded a pursuer, broke into the ring and left him to wander in search of a less alert and resolute fair. Creed Bonbright he wants to be elected jestice of the peace and go back to the Turkey Tracks and set up a office.


id: 5145
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: The Heart of the Hills
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words: 93721
sentence: 3823
flesch: 81
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summary:
  And only was Jason little Jason once more when at last he saw the waving outlines of an unwary bass in the depths below. Don't you say nothin' agin him, now, he said, and old Jason laughed.


id: 7776
author: Buck, Charles Neville
title: The Call of the Cumberlands
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words: 92623
sentence: 5596
flesch: 84
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  They halted at a distance, and in their faces the artist read dismay, for, while the dogs were yelping confidently and tugging at their cords, young Samson South--who should, by their prejudiced convictions, be hiding out in some secret stronghold--sat at the top step of the stile, smoking his pipe, and regarded them with a lack-luster absence of interest. I means Samson South, she enlightened, as though further description of one so celebrated would be redundant.


id: 2059
author: Fox, John, Jr.
title: The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come
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words: 92847
sentence: 4658
flesch: 86
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  Later, the mother, too, jes' kind o' got tired, as little Chad said, and soon to her worn hands and feet came the well-earned rest. So it was no queer turn of fate that had soon sent both the lads to help hold Zollicoffer at Cumberland Gap, that stopped them at Camp Dick Robinson to join forces with Wolford's cavalry, and brought Chad face to face with an old friend.


id: 48937
author: MacGowan, Alice
title: The Wiving of Lance Cleaverage
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sentence: 5282
flesch: 86
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  But not any Callista Lance had ever known; not the scornful beauty who throned herself among her mates and accepted the homage of mankind as her due; not the flushed, tremulous Callista of that Thar comes Lance now! announced Fuson, and then winked at his companions.


id: 36771
author: Murfree, Mary Noailles
title: The Phantoms of the Foot-Bridge, and Other Stories
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words: 95836
sentence: 4492
flesch: 78
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summary:
  It's ye that oughter be 'shamed, an' ef ye ain't, it's more shame ter ye. She axed me ter put it on, so ez ter see which one I looked most like.


id: 22287
author: Robinson, Eliot H. (Eliot Harlow)
title: 'Smiles': A Rose of the Cumberlands
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words: 97170
sentence: 4801
flesch: 81
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summary:
  Indeed I shall--come every day if I may, for you and little Rose seem like old friends of mine already. Somehow I cannot disassociate little Rose from her present environment, and, although she certainly _has_ an unusual charm for such a child, I must admit that, in part, at least, it was the result of--no, not that, but made more obvious by--her surroundings.


id: 34057
author: Buck, Charles Neville
title: When 'Bear Cat' Went Dry
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words: 101743
sentence: 5487
flesch: 82
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  Blossom met me down ther road, observed the minister, an' named ter me thet she hed---- He paused, casting a dubious glance at the stranger, and Lone Stacy interrupted: She named ter ye thet she stood guard at ther still an' warned Mr. Henderson off? I come over hyar on my way ter Knoxville ter lay me in a stock of winter goods, volunteered the storekeeper, an' I 'lowed I'd tarry an' hev speech with ye


