Illustrations
| John Fox, Jr. (from a photograph) | [Frontispiece] |
| FACING PAGE | |
| "Go on!" said Judith. | [77] |
| "Nothin', Ole Cap'n—jes doin' nothin'—jes lookin' for you." | [132] |
Contents
| Chapter I | [1] |
| Chapter II | [5] |
| Chapter III | [16] |
| Chapter IV | [25] |
| Chapter V | [41] |
| Chapter VI | [62] |
| Chapter VII | [83] |
| Chapter VIII | [97] |
| Chapter IX | [112] |
| Chapter X | [126] |
| Chapter XI | [141] |
| Chapter XII | [177] |
| Chapter XIII | [190] |
| Chapter XIV | [208] |
| Chapter XV | [217] |
CRITTENDEN
I
Day breaking on the edge of the Bluegrass and birds singing the dawn in. Ten minutes swiftly along the sunrise and the world is changed: from nervous exaltation of atmosphere to an air of balm and peace; from grim hills to the rolling sweep of green slopes; from a high mist of thin verdure to low wind-shaken banners of young leaves; from giant poplar to white ash and sugar-tree; from log-cabin to homesteads of brick and stone; from wood-thrush to meadow-lark; rhododendron to bluegrass; from mountain to lowland, Crittenden was passing home.