Nina Wilcox Putnam

Name: The Byroad to Nazareth
Author: Nina Wilcox Putnam

The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

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“The Byroad to Nazareth”, published in 1912, is a work by Nina Wilcox Putnam. It explores elements such as young sheriff, Rand Village and birch.

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ It bore the laurel-wreathed image of a man with a big nose, and curious words that were like those in the detested Latin grammar. It was very heavy, too. The Worst Boy rubbed it on his knee, bit it, hurt his mouth, and then clenched it secretively in the moist hollow of his hand, as a horseman clattered up over the hill from Rand. Almost at the same time there appeared a second horseman along the highroad from Nazareth; and at the fork the two drew rein and exchanged greetings. The first to speak was the young sheriff, who pulled off his wide-brimmed hat and wiped his serious pink face. ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ Very softly he pushed the growing things aside, until finally he could peer through a tangled web of green at a picture like a page out of a storybook.
At one side of a little clearing ran the brook. Close beside it, and forming a second side to the square, stood the painted wagon, its shafts upon the ground, its curtains flung wide, disclosing a disordered interior, where only the little gold gods upon the hanging shelf were in their usual place. ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ Ride with me as far as the creamery.”
“All right!” said the young sheriff, wheeling his horse about. “I hear that this gypsy feller is powerful strong. D’yer know he broke the winder bars with his bare hands?”
The rest of his speech was lost in the clatter of hoofs; and again the Worst Boy was left sentinel at the fork. He looked at the sun. It was high noon now, and he was hungry. From the distant village came the faint chime of a bell. School was out! It would be safe to go home now. ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ By heck! If my young one don’t grow up better'n you, I'll lick the pants offen him!”
“Aw, you shut up, Mr. Bower!” said the Worst Boy. “You ain't got no boy.”
“Haven't I, though!” cried the young sheriff, with a joyous laugh. “You just ought to hear him holler!” ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ A little bobtail rabbit scuttled across the road and vanished under a thorn bush, red with blossoms. Somewhere in the secret recesses of the wood, a hermit thrush was pouring forth a love song, more pure and passionate than the sweet spring wind. ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ A crazy sort, he is. Why, he actooly tried ter git us ter let him off because his wife was sick an’ he wanted ter be with her. Ha! ha! he made me sick! A horse thief is the meanest thief in the world. I wouldn't show one no mercy.”
“Right yer are!” said the young sheriff. “Yet I was hearin’ Buck Jones tell us how, if he could git the horse back, he wouldn’t prosecute the gypsy feller for stealin’ it.” ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ He took the golden button from the palm of his left hand, breathed upon the burnished surface, and polished it again.
“T guess it’s worth at least three migs and six alleys,” he said aloud,
Then, with a great noise of galloping, the young sheriff returned. The Worst Boy ran up and stopped him.
“Say!” the boy called out. “Say! Is you really got a baby up to your house?”
“Yes! You bet!” replied the young sheriff. ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ She give us a terrible scare; but she’s fine now.”
“A boy, ain’t it?” asked the old sheriff.
“Yep! Nine pounds. He come at five o'clock this mornin’.”
“You don’t say! Well, well! Congratulate you, I’m sure!” said the old sheriff. “Don’t wonder you hate leavin’ home this mornin’. But a horse thief! Thet’s too ungodly a crime ter let go unpunished. We got ter recapture him, come what may. I was one o’ the o-riginal posse what caught him.”
“Why, so you was!” said the young sheriff. “They never found the horse, did they?” ”

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Nina Wilcox Putnam, The Byroad to Nazareth (1912)

“ I'm sick o’ thet Holy Family, anyways; they belong ter Christmas, not ter spring. An’ as fer you,” he continued, addressing the broken bits of birch rod, “when I’m a man, I’m a-goin’ ter hack down the whole forest o’ birch birch trees—every birch tree in the world. So’s the boys won't be licked no more.” ”

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