oxhearts

Updated: May 13, 2025

Redbud, too, recollected the nice cherries they had eaten from the trees as nice as the oxhearts near the house in the Spring; and Fanny did too, and told some very amusing stories of beaux being compelled to climb and throw down boughs laden with their red bunches. "Why! what a day!" cried Ralph; "if we only had a kite now!" "A kite!" cried Fanny. "Yes." "An elegant college gentleman "

John Esten Cooke - The Last of the Foresters : Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier