From the thick limbs of the maples came the discordant chatter of the cricket, the katydid and the tree-frog; from the creek beyond the mill…
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“I know that I travels slow,” said the Chronic Loafer, “but ’hen a felly travels fast, it keeps him so busy watchin’ the horses, he…
“Was you ever dissypinted in love?” inquired the Chronic Loafer of the Tramp. A light summer shower had driven the traveller to the shelter of…
The village had awakened from its long winter of sleep. It had shaken off its lethargy and stepped forth into the light and sunshine to…
The Chronic Loafer sat upon the anvil. A leather apron was tied about his neck, and behind him stood the Blacksmith, nipping at his great…
“A man without a missus is like an engyne without a governor–he either goes too slow or too fast,” said the Chronic Loafer. “Mighty souls!”…
The Patriarch flattened his nose against the grimy windowpane and peered out into the storm. “Mighty souls!” he cried. “Jest look at it a-comin’ down!…
The Chronic Loafer stretched his legs along the counter and rested his back comfortably against a pile of calicoes. “I allus held,” he said, “that…
In the center of one of the most picturesque valleys in the heart of Pennsylvania lies the village and at one end of its single…