Samantha at Saratoga

Name: Samantha at Saratoga
Author: Marietta Holley

by Marietta Holley

Pages: about 307
Category: Literature & Fiction
Language: English
Reading time: 5.6 h at 250 wpm

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PREFACE CHAPTER I. SAMANTHA AT SARATOGA CHAPTER II. ARDELIA TUTT AND HER MOTHER CHAPTER III. THE CHERITY OF THE JONESVILLIANS CHAPTER IV. ARDELIA AND ABRAM GEE CHAPTER V. WE ARRIVE AT SARATOGA CHAPTER VI. SARATOGA BY DAYLIGHT CHAPTER VII. SEEING THE DIFFERENT SPRINGS CHAPTER VIII. JOSIAH AND SAMANTHA TAKE A LONG WALK CHAPTER IX. JOSIAH’S FLIRTATIONS CHAPTER X. MISS G. WASHINGTON FLAMM CHAPTER XI. VISIT TO THE INDIAN ENCAMPMENT CHAPTER XII. A DRIVE TO SARATOGA LAKE CHAPTER XIII. VISITS TO NOTABLE PLACES CHAPTER XIV. LAKE GEORGE AND MOUNT McGREGOR HAPTER XV. ADVENTURES AT VARIOUS SPRINGS CHAPTER XVI. AT A LAWN PARTY CHAPTER XVII. A TRIP TO SCHUYLERVILLE CHAPTER XVIII. THE SOCIAL SCIENCE MEETING CHAPTER XIX. ST. CHRISTINA’S HOME CHAPTER XX. AN ACCIDENT WITH RESULTS
When Josiah read my dedication he said “it wuz a shame to dedicate a book that it had took most a hull bottle of ink to write, to a lot of creeters that he wouldn’t have in the back door yard.”
But I explained it to him, that I didn’t mean tramps with broken hats, variegated pantaloons, ventilated shirt-sleeves, and barefooted. But I meant tramps with diamond ear-rings, and cuff-buttons, and Saratoga trunks, and big accounts at their bankers.
But I went on nobly, onmindful of that shaw, as female pardners have to be, if they accomplish all the talkin’ they want to.
And sez I, “It duz seem sort o’ pitiful, don’t it, to think how sort o’ homeless the Americans are a gettin’? How the posys that blow under the winders of Home are left to waste their sweet breaths amongst the weeds, while them that used to love ’em are a climbin’ mountain tops after strange nosegays.”
The smoke that curled up from the chimbleys, a wreathin’ its way up to the heavens—all dead and gone. The bright light that shone out of the winder through the dark a tellin’ everybody that there wuz a Home, and some one a waitin’ for somebody—all dark and lonesome.

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