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A Ride on the Short Dog

A Ride on the Short Dog A Story and a Poem by James Still by JAMES STILL We flagged the bus on a curve at the your mischief till I won't." mouth of Lairds Creek by jumping and That set Godey and Mal laughing for Dee Buck was a bluffer. We took the seat waving in the road and Dee Buck Engle had to tread the brake the instant he saw us. He wouldn't have halted unless com- pelled. Mal Dowe and I leaped aside finally, but Godey Spurlock held his ground. The bus stopped a yard from Godey and vexed faces pressed the windows and we heard Old Liz Hyden cry, "I'd not haul across from Liz Hyden and on wedging into it my bruised arm started aching. Swapping licks was Godey's delight. The bus wheezed and jolted in moving away, yet we spared Dee Buck our usual advice: Feed her a biscuit and see will she mend, and, Twist her tail and teach her a few manners. The vehicle was scarce- them jaspers." Dee Buck opened the door and blared, "You boys trying to get killed?" We climbed on grinning and shoved fares to Roscoe into his hand and for once ly http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

A Ride on the Short Dog

Appalachian Review , Volume 2 (4) – Jan 8, 1974

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University of North Carolina Press
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Abstract

A Story and a Poem by James Still by JAMES STILL We flagged the bus on a curve at the your mischief till I won't." mouth of Lairds Creek by jumping and That set Godey and Mal laughing for Dee Buck was a bluffer. We took the seat waving in the road and Dee Buck Engle had to tread the brake the instant he saw us. He wouldn't have halted unless com- pelled. Mal Dowe and I leaped aside finally, but Godey Spurlock held his ground. The bus stopped a yard from Godey and vexed faces pressed the windows and we heard Old Liz Hyden cry, "I'd not haul across from Liz Hyden and on wedging into it my bruised arm started aching. Swapping licks was Godey's delight. The bus wheezed and jolted in moving away, yet we spared Dee Buck our usual advice: Feed her a biscuit and see will she mend, and, Twist her tail and teach her a few manners. The vehicle was scarce- them jaspers." Dee Buck opened the door and blared, "You boys trying to get killed?" We climbed on grinning and shoved fares to Roscoe into his hand and for once ly

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Appalachian ReviewUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Jan 8, 1974

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