Excerpts from the Book 'The Escape Of Mr Trimm':

... came for him in the morning Mr. Trimm had made as careful a toilet as the limited means at his command permitted, and he had eaten a hearty breakfast ...
... had died with locked horns, a tall flame already rippled and spread, sending up a pillar of black smoke that rose straight, poisoning the clear blue ...
... panting. His face was splotched with red, and the little hollows at the sides of his forehead pulsed rapidly up and down like the bellies of scared tree ...
... damagin' yoreself you're valuable property. Trimm, now, I'll tell you wot we'll do. We'll just back you up agin one of these trees an' then we'll jest ...
... he did-unceasingly. By supper time there were seven of them. He slept light and slept badly. It was not the thought of that dead man lying yonder ...
... two-year-old negro child, bareheaded and barefooted and wearing but a single garment, was grubbing busily in the dirt under one of these feedracks. To ...
... paint from the same paint brush staying together meant ruin-certain, sure. Now, then, separated and going singly, there might be a thin strand of hope. ...
... was the kind of groom who would make a fuss over a wrong middle initial, too-and along toward the end of his story he devoted about three closely-written ...
... over with the superhuman task of trying to hold himself in. About ten minutes later, when I came out bound for my boarding house, the major was standing ...
... the other side had packed the balcony and the aisles and the corners with its armed partizans. One side was in the saddle and determined the other ...
... from him, whoever he was and got the gun that it was done with-got the whole thing-and then turned it loose all over the front page before that ...
... only aimin' to skeer him into doin' the right thing by me. It was accidental-like-it really was, mister. In all my life I ain't never intentionally ...
... shaking his head mournfully. Yet as he stepped out into the street, bound for his lodgings, he jarred his heels down upon the sidewalk with the brisk, ...
... state prison at hard labor for the balance of his natural life. The sheriff of Woodbine padlocked on Anse's ankles a set of leg irons that had been ...
... dining room, Judge Priest ate his breakfast mechanically. The raspberries were pink beads of sweetness the young fried chicken was a poem in delicate ...
... a hundred others to be sworn into the service of the Confederate States of America and on the morning they went away Miss Sally May Ghoulson had given ...
... envelope were too old even to rustle, but the close writing upon them in a brownish, faded ink was still plainly to be made out. Corporal Speck replaced ...
... stood just overhead. He cooked his food in a primitive fashion, outdoors, over a hole in the soggy earth or upon the rusted red ruin of an old cook ...
... them to hug closely the weedy banks. They slid along the shore like shadows, moving so swiftly and in such silence that the watchful mud turtles barely ...
... what I says. She cries and she carries on worse than ever, and begs and begs me to give it to her. I guess you know how excitable those Italian women ...