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The First Ride

The First Ride Harriette Simpson Arnow Appalachian Heritage, Volume 17, Number 4, Fall 1989, pp. 12-16 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1989.0059 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/438207/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 21:30 GMT from JHU Libraries The First Ride ¦^£1%,,^^ 12 ^' She heard her mother's voice hoarse, with fright pressing it into a flat stream of sound, "You'll have to hurry." And then her husband's call, "I've fin'ly got him saddled," while Rebel the big gray stallion neighed and pawed by the porch steps as if he too knew the joy ofthe long wild ride that lay anead. Her husband came to the door, and her father turned slowly away and then back to her so that she saw his old face, puckered into pale lines of fright and sorrow. She smiled at him and saw thoughts written into his eyes plain like words. He was loath to have her go and feared for her the Harriette Simpson Arnow long ride. She laughed to show him that she was not afraid, but her tongue seemed heavy and useless for words so that she made them no answer as she galloped away. 13 http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The First Ride

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Harriette Simpson Arnow Appalachian Heritage, Volume 17, Number 4, Fall 1989, pp. 12-16 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1989.0059 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/438207/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 21:30 GMT from JHU Libraries The First Ride ¦^£1%,,^^ 12 ^' She heard her mother's voice hoarse, with fright pressing it into a flat stream of sound, "You'll have to hurry." And then her husband's call, "I've fin'ly got him saddled," while Rebel the big gray stallion neighed and pawed by the porch steps as if he too knew the joy ofthe long wild ride that lay anead. Her husband came to the door, and her father turned slowly away and then back to her so that she saw his old face, puckered into pale lines of fright and sorrow. She smiled at him and saw thoughts written into his eyes plain like words. He was loath to have her go and feared for her the Harriette Simpson Arnow long ride. She laughed to show him that she was not afraid, but her tongue seemed heavy and useless for words so that she made them no answer as she galloped away. 13

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Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press

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