The Shepherd of the Hills
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Harold Bell Wright. The Shepherd of the Hills
The Shepherd of the Hills
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I
THE STRANGER
CHAPTER II
SAMMY LANE
CHAPTER III
THE VOICE FROM OUT THE MISTS
CHAPTER IV
A CHAT WITH AUNT MOLLIE
CHAPTER V
"JEST NOBODY."
CHAPTER VI
THE STORY
CHAPTER VII
WHAT IS LOVE?
CHAPTER VIII
"WHY AIN'T WE GOT NO FOLKS."
CHAPTER IX
SAMMY LANE'S FOLKS
CHAPTER X
A FEAT OF STRENGTH AND A CHALLENGE
CHAPTER XI
OLLIE STEWART'S GOOD-BY
CHAPTER XII
THE SHEPHERD AND HIS FLOCK
CHAPTER XIII
SAMMY LANE'S AMBITION
CHAPTER XIV
THE COMMON YELLER KIND
CHAPTER XV
THE PARTY AT FORD'S
CHAPTER XVI
ON THE WAY HOME
CHAPTER XVII
WHAT HAPPENED AT THE RANCH
CHAPTER XVIII
LEARNING TO BE A LADY
CHAPTER XIX
THE DROUGHT
CHAPTER XX
THE SHEPHERD WRITES A LETTER
CHAPTER XXI
GOD'S GOLD
CHAPTER XXII
A LETTER FROM OLLIE STEWART
CHAPTER XXIII
OLLIE COMES HOME
CHAPTER XXIV
WHAT MAKES A MAN
CHAPTER XXV
YOUNG MATT REMEMBERS
CHAPTER XXVI
OLLIE'S DILEMMA
CHAPTER XXVII
THE CHAMPION
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHAT PETE TOLD SAMMY
CHAPTER XXIX
JIM LANE MAKES A PROMISE
CHAPTER XXX
SAMMY GRADUATES
CHAPTER XXXI
CASTLE BUILDING
CHAPTER XXXII
PREPARATION
CHAPTER XXXIII
A RIDE IN THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XXXIV
JIM LANE KEEPS HIS PROMISE
CHAPTER XXXV
"I WILL LIFT UP MINE EYES UNTO THE HILLS."
CHAPTER XXXVI
ANOTHER STRANGER
CHAPTER XXXVII
OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER XXXVIII
I AIN'T NOBODY NO MORE
CHAPTER XXXIX
A MATTER OF HOURS
CHAPTER XL
THE SHEPHERD'S MISSION
CHAPTER XLI
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY
CHAPTER XLII
THE WAY OF THE LOWER TRAIL
CHAPTER XLIII
POOR PETE
CHAPTER XLIV
THE TRAIL ON THE SUNLIT HILLS
CHAPTER XLV
SOME YEARS LATER
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Harold Bell Wright
Published by Good Press, 2019
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"I guess that's so," replied Aunt Mollie, "but it don't seem like it could be so hard as it is here. I tell Mr. Matthews we've clean forgot the ways of civilized folks; altogether, though, I suppose we've done as well as most, and we hadn't ought to complain."
The old scholar looked at the sturdy figure in its plain calico dress; at the worn hands, busy with their homely task; and the patient, kindly face, across which time had ploughed many a furrow, in which to plant the seeds of character and worth. He thought of other women who had sat with him on hotel verandas, at fashionable watering places; women gowned in silks and laces; women whose soft hands knew no heavier task than the filmy fancy work they toyed with, and whose greatest care, seemingly, was that time should leave upon their faces no record of the passing years. "And this is the stuff," said he to himself, "that makes possible the civilization that produces them." Aloud, he said, "Do you ever talk of going back to your old home?"
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