THE COURT OF BOYVILLE***
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THE COURT OF BOYVILLE
By
William Allen White
Author Of The Real Issue, etc.
Illustrated by ORSON LOWELL (with the exception of the first story, the illustrations for which are by GUSTAV VERBEEK).
1898
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
THE MARTYRDOM OF "MEALY" JONES
A RECENT CONFEDERATE VICTORY
"WHILE THE EVIL DAYS COME NOT"
JAMES SEARS: A NAUGHTY PERSON
MUCH POMP AND SEVERAL CIRCUMSTANCES
"THE HERB CALLED HEARTS-EASE"
Where is Boyville? By what track May we trace our journey back; Up what mountains, thro' what seas By what meadow-lands and leas, Must we travel to the bourne Of the shady rows of corn That lead down to the Willows Where the day is always morn?
ILLUSTRATIONS
"Say, boys, where's its bottle?"
The three boys were scuffling for the possession of a piece of rope
He saw Abe catch Jimmy and hold his head under water
He felt his father's finger under his collar and his own feet shambling
Mrs. Jones stooped to the floor and took her child by an arm
His feet hanging out of the back of the wagon that had held the coffin
His luck was bad
He withdrew from the game and sat alone against the barn
As she turned to her turkey-slicing
The new preacher, for whom the party was made
The first long dress
"Dickey, Dickey, for gracious sake, keep still"
"Did you know my dad was a soldier?"
During the next two hours the boy wandered on the prairie
"Mary Pennington, aged two years, three months, and ten days"
Piggy went to get his flying hat
She stroked his hand and snuggled closer to him
Miss Morgan smiled happily at the clouds
Chased the little girls around the yard with it
She would not have invited Harold Jones to sit and sing with her during the opening hour
Harold Jones
To study his tastes
... The comradeship ... was beautiful to see
The red-headed Pratt girl
He could only snap chalk in a preoccupied way and listen to his Heart's Desire
