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. |
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... hold the land and keep the children to- gether , they begged her to give away the still unnamed baby . Again she refused , but for a long time they kept hoping she would change her mind . From the day I was born Aunt Vick called me her ...
... hold the land and keep the children to- gether , they begged her to give away the still unnamed baby . Again she refused , but for a long time they kept hoping she would change her mind . From the day I was born Aunt Vick called me her ...
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... hold my legs to get a spring in them . I fell in a heap , with the breath knocked out of me , too hurt to cry . I heard the sound of running feet and then Monroe was picking me up . " That's not the way to do it , " he told me when he ...
... hold my legs to get a spring in them . I fell in a heap , with the breath knocked out of me , too hurt to cry . I heard the sound of running feet and then Monroe was picking me up . " That's not the way to do it , " he told me when he ...
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... Hold my horses for me , " he said . " They might get skittish in the snow . " Alone with the horses , where the blackness of night , the white- ness of snow made all shapes look different , I watched the front door open for him to go in ...
... Hold my horses for me , " he said . " They might get skittish in the snow . " Alone with the horses , where the blackness of night , the white- ness of snow made all shapes look different , I watched the front door open for him to go in ...
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