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قراءة كتاب Connor Magan's Luck and Other Stories
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CONNOR MAGAN'S LUCK.
BY
M.T.W.
And other stories.
BOSTON:
D. LOTHROP & COMPANY,
FRANKLIN ST., CORNER OF HAWLEY.
1881
CONTENTS
CONNOR MAGAN'S LUCK.
WHY MAMMY DELPHY'S BABY WAS NAMED GRIEF.
SAMMY SEALSKIN'S ENEMY.
NANNETTE'S LIVE BABY.
BROTHERS FOR SALE.
A STORY OF A CLOCK.
NAUGHTY ZAY.
THE LEGEND OF THE SALT SEA.
THE MAN WITH THE STRAW HAT.
RUFFLES AND PUFFS.
SUGAR RIVER.
A PIONEER "WIDE AWAKE."
SURPRISED.
APRIL FOOLS AND OTHER FOOLS.
ILLUSTRATIONS
CONNOR DREAMS A DAY-DREAM.
"CONNOR."
INDEPENDENT AS A KING.
Mother Maggie was leaning over the new comer.
"YER PAPPY AN' GRIEF WAR BABIES, AN' GRIEF WARN'T NAMED."
The gate swung plump against the oddest great man.
SHE COULDN'T SPARE FREDDIE.
THE WONDER-MILL GRINDS.
THE GEIST.
LOU.
ON THE WAY TO SUGAR RIVER.
HE WOULDN'T EAT HIS BREAD AND MILK.
MAX KNOWS OF A SURPRISE.
THE SHAMEFULLY NEGLECTED SIX.
FIRST OF APRIL DANGER.
DROWNING THE EEL.
SAVING THE SHINGLES.
CONNOR MAGAN'S LUCK.
'm in luck, hurrah!" cried Connor Magan, as he threw up his brimless hat into the air—the ringing, jubilant shout he sent after it could only spring from the reservoir of glee in the heart of a twelve-year-old boy. Giving a push to the skiff in which his father sat waiting for him, he jumped from the shore to the boat, and struck out into the Ohio river.
Tim Magan, father, and Connor Magan, son, were central figures in a very strange picture.
Let us take in the situation.
It was a Western spring freshet. The Ohio was on a rampage—a turbulent, coffee-colored stream, it had risen far beyond its usual boundaries, washed out the familiar land-marks, and, still insolent and greedy, was licking the banks, as if preparatory to swallowing up the whole country. Trees torn up by the roots, their green branches waving high above the flood, timbers from cottages, and wrecks of bridges, were floating down to the Gulf of Mexico.
It was curious to watch the various things in the water as they sailed slowly along. Demijohns bobbed about. Empty store boxes mockingly labelled dry goods elbowed bales of hay. Sometimes a weak cock-a-doodle-doo from a travelling chicken-coop announced the whereabouts of a helpless though still irrepressible rooster. Back yards had been