The Boy from Hollow Hut / A Story of the Kentucky Mountains

“I kin kill rabbits if I can’t do nothin’ else”
Copyright, 1911, by FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY
To MRS. J. B. MARVIN
Whose unceasing devotion to the cause of education in the mountains of Kentucky inspired this little story
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The Boy From Hollow Hut

The rabbit bounded away and was lost in the underbrush. Steve stood looking disgustedly after him, a limp figure, one shoulder dropping until the old knit suspender fell at his side, and a sullen, discouraged look settling in his brown eyes.
“I ain’ no hunter noways. Peers lack I don’t even know ’nough to ketch a rabbit,” he said with scorn. “Whar’s that lazy Tige anyways?” he added, his scorn merging into wrath.
Then jerking the old suspender in place he straightened up on his sturdy, bare feet, and darted through the underbrush in the direction where the rabbit had disappeared.
“I’ll ketch you yit, yes I will, you same old cottontail,” he muttered through clenched teeth.