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Octavo, navy blue leatherette (hardcover), gilt letters, 102 pp. Near-Fine, with small former-owner signature to ffep. ÒLink Ferris was a fighter. Not by nature, nor by choice, but to keep alive. His battleground covered an area of forty acres -- broken, scrubby, uncertain side-hill acres, at that. In brief, a worked-out farm among the mountain slopes of the North Jersey hinterland; six miles from the nearest railroad. The farm was Ferris's, by right of sole heritage from his father, a Civil-War veteran, who had taken up the wilderness land in 1865 and who, for thirty years thereafter, had wrought to make it pay. At best the elder Ferris had wrenched onlya meager living from the light and rock-infested soil. The first-growth timberon the west woodlot for some time had staved off the need of a mortgage; its veteran oaks and hickories grimly giving up their lives, in hundreds, to keep the wolf from the door of their owner. When the last of the salable timber was gone Old Man Ferris tried his hand at truck farming, and sold his wares from a wagon to the denizens of Craigswold, the new colony of rich folk, four miles to northward. But to rais such vegetables and fruits as would tempt the eyes and the purses of Craigswold people it was necessary to have more than mere zeal and industry. Sour ground will not readily yield sweet abundace, be the toiler ever so industrious. Moreover, there was large and growing competition, in the form of other huckster routes. And presently the old veteran wearied of the eternal uphill struggle. He mortgaged the farm, dying soon afterward. And Link, his son, was left to carry on the thankless task...
Title: His Dog. Albert Payson Terhune, 1922.
Location Published: McLean, Virginia: IndyPublish.com, n.d.
Categories: Animal Stories
Seller ID: 9253gcs