CHAPTER I.
THE PIONEER FAMILY.–A SPIRITED CHASE.
“There, the last hill is dug, and I’m glad!” and Tom Jones leaned on his hoe, lost in thought.
He was a stout lad of sixteen, with frowzy brown hair, crowned by a brimless straw hat, and his pants looked as if they had been turned inside out and outside in, upside down and downside up, and darned and patched and re-darned and patched again, until time, and labor, and...
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