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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... sound - bright , happy , singing sound . I was half out of my seat at the shock of it . It stopped , and everybody looked at the principal . " The chord , please , " he said . His voice was far away and rough , but she brought her hands ...
... sound - bright , happy , singing sound . I was half out of my seat at the shock of it . It stopped , and everybody looked at the principal . " The chord , please , " he said . His voice was far away and rough , but she brought her hands ...
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... sound of running , of counting " One , two , three . ” Then all was quiet and I lay trembling , waiting for the call , “ Come in free . " What I heard was the blast of a shotgun on the road south of us , a mile away , but sharp and ...
... sound of running , of counting " One , two , three . ” Then all was quiet and I lay trembling , waiting for the call , “ Come in free . " What I heard was the blast of a shotgun on the road south of us , a mile away , but sharp and ...
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... sound changed . I turned and ran back across the meadow , the sound getting louder with each step I took . My time would come , and I did not want to miss a minute of it . I had forgot to try to make the sound of thunder . 47 Revival ...
... sound changed . I turned and ran back across the meadow , the sound getting louder with each step I took . My time would come , and I did not want to miss a minute of it . I had forgot to try to make the sound of thunder . 47 Revival ...
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