The Trail of the Hawk A Comedy of the Seriousness of Life

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. Carl Ericson was being naughty. Probably no boy in Joralemon was being naughtier that October Saturday afternoon. He had not half finished the wood-piling which was his punishment for having chased the family rooster thirteen times squawking around the chicken-yard, while playing soldiers with Bennie Rusk.