'Smiles': A Rose of the Cumberlands

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An excerpt from the book -The man came to a stop, a look of humiliation and deep self-disgust onhis bronzed face. With methodical care he leaned his rifle against theseamed trunk of a forest patriarch and drew the sleeve of his huntingshirt across his forehead, now glistening with beads of sweat; then, andnot until then, did he relieve his injured feelings by giving voice to ashort but soul-satisfying expletive.At the sound of his deep voice the dog, which had, panting, dropped athis feet after a wild, purposeless dash through the underbrush, lookedup with bright eyes whose expression conveyed...