{"product_id":"2940013346024","title":"Eben Holden","description":"Chapter I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf all the people that ever went west that expedition was the most\u003cbr\u003eremarkable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA small boy in a big basket on the back of a jolly old man, who carried\u003cbr\u003ea cane in one hand, a rifle in the other; a black dog serving as scout,\u003cbr\u003eskirmisher and rear guard--that was the size of it. They were the\u003cbr\u003esurvivors of a ruined home in the north of Vermont, and were travelling\u003cbr\u003efar into the valley of the St Lawrence, but with no particular\u003cbr\u003edestination.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMidsummer had passed them in their journey; their clothes were covered\u003cbr\u003ewith dust; their faces browning in the hot sun. It was a very small boy\u003cbr\u003ethat sat inside the basket and clung to the rim, his tow head shaking as\u003cbr\u003ethe old man walked. He saw wonderful things, day after day, looking down\u003cbr\u003eat the green fields or peering into the gloomy reaches of the wood; and\u003cbr\u003ehe talked about them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e'Uncle Eb--is that where the swifts are?' he would ask often; and the\u003cbr\u003eold man would answer, 'No; they ain't real sassy this time o' year. They\u003cbr\u003elay 'round in the deep dingles every day.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen the small voice would sing idly or prattle with an imaginary being\u003cbr\u003ethat had a habit of peeking over the edge of the basket or would shout a\u003cbr\u003egreeting to some bird or butterfly and ask finally: 'Tired, Uncle Eb?'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSometimes the old gentleman would say 'not very', and keep on, looking\u003cbr\u003ethoughtfully at the ground. Then, again, he would stop and mop his bald\u003cbr\u003ehead with a big red handkerchief and say, a little tremor of irritation\u003cbr\u003ein his voice: 'Tired! who wouldn't be tired with a big elephant like you\u003cbr\u003eon his back all day? I'd be 'shamed o' myself t' set there an' let an\u003cbr\u003eold man carry me from Dan to Beersheba. Git out now an' shake yer legs.'","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079378354416,"sku":"2940013346024","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013346024_p0.jpg?v=1763579724","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013346024","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}