Tales from Skeenah creek

"'I'm 'bout sure this is the same tree I slept in last time I was by this place,' Alt thought as he untied his bedroll. It was almost daylight and time to hole-up for the day. Sergeant Alfred M. Shope was on hsi way home for the second time this year. He reckoned he was in North Carolina but still nearly a hundred miles from Skeenah Creek, his home. he had been waqlking most all night and needed some sleep. The hollowed-out sour apple tree made a good stopping place. it was off the road emough so as the casual eye of a passer-by would not catch the form of a man sleeping inside. If bushwhackers saw him, they would kill him for sure just as soon as they would look at him."--inside jacket flap

adult

Jim Shope.