The Boy from Hollow Hut A Story of the Kentucky Mountains

The rabbit bounded away and was lost in the underbrush. Steve stood looking disgustedly after him, a limp figure, one shoulder dropping until the old knit suspender fell at his side, and a sullen, discouraged look settling in his brown eyes. «I ain' no hunter noways. Peers lack I don't even know 'nough to ketch a rabbit,» he said with scorn. «Whar's that lazy Tige anyways?» he added, his scorn merging into wrath.