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Annie Trumbull Slosson
Annie Trumbull Slosson (1838–1926) was an American author and entomologist known for her short stories and naturalist studies. She gained recognition for her collection of regional tales, including "Seven Dreamers" (1890), which showcased her interest in rural New England life and the unique characters who inhabited it. In addition to her writing, Slosson was a passionate entomologist, specializing in the study of insects, particularly butterflies, and contributed to scientific research in this field. Her dual career as both a storyteller and a scientist made her a unique figure in late 19th and early 20th-century American culture.
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Story-Tell Lib That was what everybody in the little mountain village called her. Her real name, as she often told me, ringing out each syllable proudly in her shrill sweet voice, was Elizabeth Rowena Marietta York. A stately name, indeed, for the little crippled, stunted, helpless creature, and I myself could never think of her by any name but the one the village people used, Story-tell Lib. I had...
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FISHIN' JIMMY It was on the margin of Pond Brook, just back of Uncle Eben's, thatI first saw Fishin' Jimmy. It was early June, and we were again atFranconia, that peaceful little village among the northern hills. The boys, as usual, were tempting the trout with false fly or real worm, and I was roaming along the bank, seeking spring flowers, and hunting early butterflies and moths....
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