“Always it had seemed so empty, so echoing, with its bare wood floors and fireplaces of native stone. It was made of cottonwood logs, hewn as smooth as glass, with round holes every so often to shoot a rifle out of at attacking Indians. Downstairs was a large hallway, with two large rooms on either side. The back gallery connected to the kitchen. Upstairs were two more large rooms, and soon all the place was filled up with whatever furniture Colonel Heffernan allowed us to take out of the main h...ouse. He would allow us women only one mirror, two mule chests, and each of us one bed. Edom, who had always lived in a small back room, walked around mumbling and talking to Grandpa Holcomb as if the man were still alive. "Good thing you're dead, Gabriel," he said to Grandpa's ghost. "Or this would kill you fer sure." But as old as he was, he was a help in moving Pa's books into one of the downstairs rooms, and in making a study come into being. He was free now, with all the other slaves, Edom was.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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