Excerpt from Lena Rivers Oakland was a small rural village, nestled among rocky hills, Where the word fashion was seldom heard, and where many Of the primitive customs of our forefathers still pre vailed. Consequently, neither the buxom maidens, nor the hale Old matrons, felt in the least disgraced as they piled promiscuously upon the four-ox sled, which erelong was moving slowly through the mammoth drifts which lay upon the mountain road. As they drew near the farm house, they noticed that the blue paper curtains which shaded the windows Of Grandma Nichols' spare room, were rolled up, While the faint glimmer Of a tallow candle within, indicated that the room possessed an occupant. Who could it be Possibly it was John, the proud man, who lived in Kentucky, and who, to please his wealthy bride, exchanged the plebeian name Of Nichols, for that of Livingstone, which his high-born lady fancied was more aristocratic in its sounding! And if it be John, said the passengers of the ox sled, with whom that gentleman was no great favorite, if it be John, we'll take ourselves home as fast as ever we can. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.