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The Little Shepherd Of Kingdom Come

The Little Shepherd Of Kingdom Come

JOHN FOX
With a foreword by Wade Hall
Copyright Date: 1987
Pages: 336
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    The Little Shepherd Of Kingdom Come
    Book Description:

    This powerful novel is one of the most perceptive tellings of the Civil War experience.

    eISBN: 978-0-8131-2803-0
    Subjects: Language & Literature

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  1. Front Matter
    (pp. i-iv)
  2. Table of Contents
    (pp. v-vi)
  3. FOREWORD
    (pp. vii-2)
    WADE HALL

    In the decade following the appearance of his first short story inCenturyin 1892, John Fox, Jr. published numerous short stories in popular national magazines; two collections of stories,A Cumberland Vendetta and Other Stories(1895), andHell-fer-Sartain and Other Stories(1897); a Spanish-American War novel,Crittenden(1900); and a volume of personal essays,Blue-grass and Rhododendron(1901). Early in 1900 he started work on a Civil War novel set in Kentucky, and by the summer of 1903 it was being serialized inScribner's Magazine.Before the year was out, the book edition ofThe Little Shepherd of Kingdom...

  4. I TWO RUNAWAYS FROM LONESOME
    (pp. 3-10)

    The days of that April had been days of mist and rain. Sometimes, for hours, there would come a miracle of blue sky, white cloud, and yellow light, but always between dark and dark the rain would fall and the mist creep up the mountains and steam from the tops—only to roll together from either range, drip back into the valleys, and lift, straightway, as mist again. So that, all the while Nature was trying to give lustier life to every living thing in the lowland Bluegrass, all the while a gaunt skeleton was stalking down the Cumberland—tapping...

  5. II FIGHTING THEIR WAY
    (pp. 11-26)

    Twice, during the night, Jack roused him by trying to push himself farther under the blanket and Chad rose to rebuild the fire. The third time he was awakened by the subtle prescience of dawn and his eyes opened on a flaming radiance in the east. Again from habit he started to spring hurriedly to his feet and, again sharply conscious, he lay down again. There was no wood to cut, no fire to rekindle, no water to carry from the spring, no cow to milk, no corn to hoe; there was nothing to do—nothing. Morning after morning, with...

  6. III A “BLAB SCHOOL” ON KINGDOM COME
    (pp. 27-44)

    Chad was awakened by the touch of a cold nose at his ear, the rasp of a warm tongue across his face, and the tug of two paws at his cover. “Git down, Jack!” he said, and Jack, with a whimper of satisfaction, went back to the fire that was roaring up the chimney, and a deep voice laughed and called:

    “I reckon you better gitup,little man!”

    Old Joel was seated at the fire with his huge legs crossed and a pipe in his mouth. It was before dawn, but the household was busily astir. There was the...

  7. IV THE COMING OF THE TIDE
    (pp. 45-53)

    While the corn grew, school went on and, like the corn, Chad’s schooling put forth leaves and bore fruit rapidly. The boy’s mind was as clear as his eye and, like a mountain-pool, gave back every image that passed before it. Not a word dropped from the master’s lips that he failed to hear and couldn’t repeat, and, in a month, he had put Dolph and Rube, who, big as they were, had little more than learned the alphabet, to open shame; and he won immunity with his fists from gibe and insult from every boy within his inches in...

  8. V OUT OF THE WILDERNESS
    (pp. 54-62)

    On the way to God’s Country at last!

    Already Chad had schooled himself for the parting with Jack, and but for this he must—little man that he was—have burst into tears. As it was, the lump in his throat stayed there a long while, but it passed in the excitement of that mad race down the river. The old Squire had never known such a tide.

    “Boys,” he said, gleefully, “we’re goin’ to make arecordon this trip—you jus’ see if we don’t. That is, if we ever git thar alive.”

    All the time the old...

  9. VI LOST AT THE CAPITAL
    (pp. 63-67)

    It had been arranged by the school-master that they should all meet at the railway station to go home, next day at noon, and, as the Turner boys had to help the Squire with the logs at the river, and the school-master had to attend to some business of his own, Chad roamed all morning around the town. So engrossed was he with the people, and the sights and sounds of the little village, that he came to himself with a start and trotted back to the boarding-house for fear that he might not be able to find the station...

  10. VII A FRIEND ON THE ROAD
    (pp. 68-76)

    Rain fell that night—gentle rain and warm, for the south wind rose at midnight. At four o’clock a shower made the shingles over Chad rattle sharply, but without wakening the lad, and then the rain ceased; and when Chad climbed stiffly from his loft—the world was drenched and still, and the dawn was warm, for spring had come that morning, and Chad trudged along the road—unchilled. Every now and then he had to stop to rest his foot. Now and then he would see people getting breakfast ready in the farm-houses that he passed, and, though his...

  11. VIII HOME WITH THE MAJOR
    (pp. 77-88)

    Ahead of them, it was Court Day in Lexington. From the town, as a centre, white turnpikes radiated in every direction like the strands of a spider’s web. Along them, on the day before, cattle, sheep, and hogs had made their slow way. Since dawn, that morning, the fine dust had been rising under hoof and wheel on every one of them, for Court Day is yet the great day of every month throughout the Bluegrass. The crowd had gone ahead of the Major and Chad. Only now and then would a laggard buggy or carriage turn into the pike...

  12. IX MARGARET
    (pp. 89-100)

    The Major was in town and Miss Lucy had gone to spend the day with a neighbor; so Chad was left alone.

    “Look aroun’, Chad, and see how you like things,” said the Major. “Go anywhere you please.”

    And Chad looked around. He went to the barn to see his old mare and the Major’s horses, and to the kennels, where the fox-hounds reared against the palings and sniffed at him curiously; he strolled about the quarters, where the little pick-aninnies were playing, and out to the fields, where the servants were at work under the overseer, Jerome Conners, a...

  13. X THE BLUEGRASS
    (pp. 101-104)

    God’s Country!

    No humor in that phrase to the Bluegrass Kentuckian! There never was—there is none now. To him, the land seems in all the New World, to have been the, pet shrine of the Great Mother herself. She fashioned it with loving hands. She shut it in with a mighty barrier of mighty mountains to keep the mob out. She gave it the loving clasp of a mighty river, and spread broad, level prairies beyond that the mob might glide by, or be tempted to the other side, where the earth was level and there was no need...

  14. XI A TOURNAMENT
    (pp. 105-116)

    On Sunday, the Major and Miss Lucy took Chad to church—a country church built of red brick and overgrown with ivy—and the sermon was very short, Chad thought, for, down in the mountains, the circuit-rider would preach for hours—and the deacons passed around velvet pouches for the people to drop money in, and they passed around bread, of which nearly everybody took a pinch, and a silver goblet with wine, from which the same people took a sip—all of which Chad did not understand. Usually the Deans went to Lexington to church, for they were Episcopalians,...

  15. XII BACK TO KINGDOM COME
    (pp. 117-126)

    It was the tournament that, at last, loosed Mammy’s tongue. She was savage in her denunciation of Chad to Mrs. Dean—so savage and in such plain language that her mistress checked her sharply, but not before Margaret had heard, though the little girl, with an awed face, slipped quietly out of the room into the yard, while Harry stood in the doorway, troubled and silent.

    “Don’t let me hear you speak that way again, Mammy,” said Mrs. Dean, so sternly that the old woman swept out of the room in high dudgeon. And yet she told her husband of...

  16. XIII ON TRIAL FOR HIS LIFE
    (pp. 127-138)

    By degrees the whole story was told Chad that night. Now and then the Turners would ask him about his stay in the Blue-grass, but the boy would answer as briefly as possible and come back to Jack. Before going to bed, Chad said he would bring Jack into the house:

    “Somebody might pizen him,” he explained, and when he came back, he startled the circle about the fire:

    “Whar’s Whizzer?” he asked, sharply. “Who’s seen Whizzer?”

    Then it developed that no one had seen the Dillon dog—since the day before the sheep was found dead near a ravine...

  17. XIV THE MAJOR IN THE MOUNTAINS
    (pp. 139-151)

    The quivering heat of August was giving way, and the golden peace of autumn was spreading through the land. The breath of mountain woods by day was as cool as the breath of valleys at night. In the mountains, boy and girl were leaving school for work in the fields, and from the Cumberland foothills to the Ohio, boy and girl were leaving happy holidays for school. Along a rough, rocky road and down a shining river, now sunk to deep pools with trickling riffles between—for a drouth was on the land—rode a tall, gaunt man on an...

  18. XV TO COLLEGE IN THE BLUEGRASS
    (pp. 152-163)

    As the school-master had foretold, there was no room at college for Jack. Several times Major Buford took the dog home with him, but Jack would not stay. The next morning the dog would turn up at the door of the dormitory where Chad and the school-master slept, and as a last resort the boy had to send Jack home. So, one Sunday morning Chad led Jack out of the town for several miles, and at the top of a high hill pointed toward the mountains and sternly told him to go home. And Jack, understanding that the boy was...

  19. XVI AGAIN THE BAR SINISTER
    (pp. 164-168)

    And yet, the next time Chad saw Margaret, she spoke to him shyly but cordially, and when he did not come near her, she stopped him on the street one day and reminded him of his promise to come and see them. And Chad knew the truth at once—that she had never asked her father about him, but had not wanted to know what she had been told she must not know, and had properly taken it for granted that her father would not ask Chad to his house, if there were a good reason why he should not...

  20. XVII CHADWICK BUFORD, GENTLEMAN
    (pp. 169-179)

    And so, returned to the Bluegrass, the mid-summer of that year, Chadwick Buford, gentleman. A youth of eighteen, with the self-poise of a man, and a pair of level, clear eyes, that looked the world in the face as proudly as ever, but with no defiance and no secret sense of shame. It was a curious story that Chad brought back and told to the Major, on the porch under the honeysuckle vines, but it seemed to surprise the Major very little: how old Nathan had sent for him to come to his death-bed and had told Chad that he...

  21. XVIII THE SPIRIT OF ’76 AND THE SHADOW OF ’61
    (pp. 180-186)

    One night, in the following April, there was a great dance in Lexington. Next day the news of Sumter came. Chad pleaded to be let off from the dance, but the Major would not hear of it. It was a fancy-dress ball, and the Major had a pet purpose of his own that he wanted gratified, and Chad had promised to aid him. That fancy was that Chad should go in regimentals, as the stern, old soldier on the wall, of whom the Major swore the boy was the “spit and image.” The Major himself helped Chad dress in wig,...

  22. XIX THE BLUE OR THE GRAY
    (pp. 187-194)

    In the far North, as in the far South, men had but to drift with the tide. Among the Kentuckians, the forces that moulded her sons—Davis and Lincoln—were at war in the State, as they were at war in the nation. By ties of blood, sympathies, institutions, Kentucky was bound fast to the South. Yet, ten years before, Kentuckians had demanded the gradual emancipation of the slave. That far back, they had carved a pledge on a block of Kentucky marble, which should be placed in the Washington monument, that Kentucky would be the last to give up...

  23. XX OFF TO THE WAR
    (pp. 195-203)

    Throughout that summer Chad fought his fight, daily swaying this way and that—fought it in secret until the phantom of neutrality faded and gave place to the grim spectre of war—until with each hand Kentucky drew a sword and made ready to plunge both into her own stout heart. When Sumter fell, she shook her head resolutely to both North and South. Crittenden, in the name of Union lovers and the dead Clay, pleaded with the State to take no part in the fratricidal crime. From the mothers, wives, sisters and daughters of thirty-one counties came piteously the...

  24. XXI MELISSA
    (pp. 204-215)

    Shortly after dusk, that night, two or three wagons moved quietly out of Lexington, under a little guard with guns loaded and bayonets fixed. Back at the old Armory—the home of the “Rifles”—a dozen youngsters drilled vigorously with faces in a broad grin, as they swept under the motto of the company—“Our laws the commands of our Captain.” They were following out those commands most literally. Never did Lieutenant Hunt give his orders more sonorously—he could be heard for blocks away. Never did young soldiers stamp out manreuvres more lustily—they made more noise than a...

  25. XXII MORGAN’S MEN
    (pp. 216-231)

    Boots and saddles at daybreak!

    Over the border, in Dixie, two videttes in gray trot briskly from out a leafy woodland, side by side, and looking with keen eyes right and left; one, erect, boyish, bronzed; the other, slouching, bearded, huge—the boy, Daniel Dean; the man, Rebel Jerry Dillon, one of the giant twins.

    Fifty yards behind them emerges a single picket; after him come three more videttes, the same distance apart. Fifty yards behind the last rides “the advance”—a guard of twenty-five picked men. No commission among “Morgan’s Men” was more eagerly sought than a place on...

  26. XXIII CHAD CAPTURES AN OLD FRIEND
    (pp. 232-247)

    Meanwhile Morgan was coming on—led by the two videttes in gray—Daniel Dean and Rebel Jerry Dillon—coming on to meet Kirby Smith in Lexington after that general had led the Bluegrass into the Confederate fold. They were taking short cuts through the hills now, and Rebel Jerry was guide, for he had joined Morgan for that purpose. Jerry had long been notorious along the border. He never gave quarter on his expeditions for personal vengeance, and it was said that not even he knew how many men he had killed. Every Morgan’s man had heard of him, and...

  27. XXIV A RACE BETWEEN DIXIE AND DAWN
    (pp. 248-269)

    But the sun sank next day from a sky that was aflame with rebel victories. It rose on a day rosy with rebel hopes, and the prophetic coolness of autumn was in the early morning air when Margaret in her phaeton moved through the front pasture on her way to town—alone. She was in high spirits and her head was lifted proudly. Dan’s boast had come true. Kirby Smith had risen swiftly from Tennessee, had struck the Federal Army on the edge of the Bluegrass the day before, and sent it helter-skelter to the four winds. Only that morning...

  28. XXV AFTER DAWS DILLON—GUERILLA
    (pp. 270-278)

    Once more, and for the last time, Chadwick Buford jogged along the turnpike from the Ohio to the heart of the Blue-grass. He had filled his empty shoulder-straps with two bars. He had a bullet wound through one shoulder and there was a beautiful sabre cut across his right cheek. He looked the soldier every inch of him; he was, in truth, what he looked; and he was, moreover, a man. Naturally, his face was stern and resolute, if only from habit of authority, but he had known no passion during the war that might have seared its kindness; no...

  29. XXVI BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER AT LAST
    (pp. 279-288)

    It was the first warm day of spring and the sunshine was very soothing to Melissa as she sat on the old porch early in the afternoon. Perhaps it was a memory of childhood, perhaps she was thinking of the happy days she and Chad had spent on the river bank long ago, and perhaps it was the sudden thought that, with the little they had to eat in the house and that little the same three times a day, week in and week out, Mother Turner, who had been ailing, would like to have some fish; perhaps it was...

  30. XXVII AT THE HOSPITAL OF MORGAN’S MEN
    (pp. 289-294)

    In May, Grant simply said—Forward! The day he crossed the Rapidan, he said it to Sherman down in Georgia. After the battle of the Wilderness he said it again, and the last brutal resort of hammering down the northern buttress and sea-wall of the rebellion—old Virginia—and Atlanta, the keystone of the Confederate arch, was well under way. Throughout those bloody days Chad was with Grant and Harry Dean was with Sherman on his terrible trisecting march to the sea. For, after the fight between Rebels and Yankees and Daws Dillon’s guerilla band, over in Kentucky, Dan, coming...

  31. XXVIII PALL-BEARERS OF THE LOST CAUSE
    (pp. 295-300)

    The rain was falling with a steady roar when General Hunt broke camp a few days before. The mountain-tops were black with thunder-clouds, and along the muddy road went Morgan’s Men—most of them on mules which had been taken from abandoned wagons when news of the surrender came—without saddles and with blind bridles or rope halters—the rest slopping along through the yellow mud on foot—literally—for few of them had shoes; they were on their way to protect Davis and join Johnston, now that Lee was no more. There was no murmuring, no faltering, and it...

  32. XXIX MELISSA AND MARGARET
    (pp. 301-304)

    The early spring sunshine lay like a benediction over the Dean household, for Margaret and her mother were home from exile. On the corner of the veranda sat Mrs. Dean, where she always sat, knitting. Under the big weeping willow in the garden was her husband’s grave. When she was not seated near it, she was there in the porch, and to it her eyes seemed always to stray when she lifted them from her work.

    The mail had just come and Margaret was reading a letter from Dan, and, as she read, her cheeks flushed.

    “He took me into...

  33. XXX PEACE
    (pp. 305-319)

    It was strange to Chad that he should be drifting toward a new life down the river which once before had carried him to a new world. The future then was no darker than now, but he could hardly connect himself with the little fellow in coon-skin cap and moccasins who had floated down on a raft so many years ago, when at every turn of the river his eager eyes looked for a new and thrilling mystery.

    They talked of the long fight, the two lads, for, in spite of the war-worn look of them, both were still nothing...

  34. XXXI THE WESTWARD WAY
    (pp. 320-323)

    Mother Turner was sitting in the porch with old Jack at her feet when Chad and Dixie came to the gate—her bonnet off, her eyes turned toward the West. The stillness of death lay over the place, and over the strong old face some preternatural sorrow. She did not rise when she saw Chad, she did not speak when he spoke. She turned merely and looked at him with a look of helpless suffering. She knew the question that was on his lips, for she dumbly motioned toward the door and then put her trembling hands on the railing...