Hell Fer Sartain and Other Stories

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. 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 name come. 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!