This Stubborn SoilScribner, 1966 - 307 էջ In this remarkable American autobiography, William Owens gives an account of his childhood and youth in Texas. Born in a tiny place called Pin Hook, not far from the Oklahoma border, Mr. Owens eloquently records a frontier life that seems incredible in the twentieth century -- a struggle with desperate poverty, with the land, and above all a struggle to gain an education. |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 54–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
Էջ 157
... hear his voice but not what he was saying . When he stopped , she pushed the girl at the head of the line through the door . We could not hear her but we knew when she finished by the handclapping . She came back white and shaking ...
... hear his voice but not what he was saying . When he stopped , she pushed the girl at the head of the line through the door . We could not hear her but we knew when she finished by the handclapping . She came back white and shaking ...
Էջ 158
... hear the handclapping as I went . I could also hear a man near the door laughing and saying , " fried in spit with claws and hair . " " The Corn Song " was next . While I was still shaking , Mrs. Jessee put me in line with the others ...
... hear the handclapping as I went . I could also hear a man near the door laughing and saying , " fried in spit with claws and hair . " " The Corn Song " was next . While I was still shaking , Mrs. Jessee put me in line with the others ...
Էջ 188
William A. Owens. hear ? I'd like to hear you sing " The Drummer Boy from Water- loo . ' " This was one of my father's songs that she sometimes sang to us . We liked to hear the story . I liked the way her voice rose high and clear and ...
William A. Owens. hear ? I'd like to hear you sing " The Drummer Boy from Water- loo . ' " This was one of my father's songs that she sometimes sang to us . We liked to hear the story . I liked the way her voice rose high and clear and ...
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Common terms and phrases
ain't asked Aunt Aunt Nellie Aunt Vick began better Blossom boys brothers brought called Cleaver close clothes coming corn cotton crying Dallas dark Dewey door eyes face father feel field fire front gave girls give gone grandmother ground hands hard head hear heard hold horses inside keep kitchen knew land laughed learned leaves light listened living looked meet Monroe morning mother moved never night passed picking piece Pin Hook play ready rest road seen side singing sitting song sound stand started stay stood stopped talk teacher tell things thought told took tried turned voice wagon waiting walked wanted warm watched women woods