j-u-n-e

Updated: June 15, 2025

A long cry came down the ravine: "J-u-n-e! eh oh J-u-n-e!" That was a queer name for the mountains, and the fisherman wondered if he had heard aright June. The little girl gave a shrill answering cry, but she did not move. "Thar now!" she said. "Who's that your Mammy?" "No, 'tain't hit's my step-mammy. I'm a goin' to ketch hell now." Her innocent eyes turned sullen and her baby mouth tightened.

John Fox - The Trail of the Lonesome Pine