Book to trade

[rivrrat]

I bought a reprent of a pretty obscure book and ended up with two copies.
Would any one be intersted in a copy.

Rebel Invasion of Missouri and Kansas, and the Campaign of the Army of the Border Against General Sterling Price.
By Richard J. Hinton 1865
Paperback.
PM me if you woud like to make a trade.

 

[M E Wolf]

Dear Rivrrat;

Sir, I shall leave this post up for several days before moving it to the Book & Movie Tent.

Hopefully, it will catch some eyes there also; without having to duplicate the post sir.

Respectfully submitted for consideration,
M. E. Wolf

In the capacity of Moderator

 

[ole]

What might you be looking for in the way of trade rivrrat?

Ole

 

[rivrrat]

i am open to suggestion. My passion is the War in the Trans-Missippi, especally Missouri, Arkansas, Kansas and the Indian Territory. Make me an offer.

 

[ole]

I do have a few, rivrrat, but given your passion, you already have them.

One time back when, I lived in Missouri. Of all the states I've lived in, I would go back there tomorrow. Bummed about with a couple with about a gazillion kids. After dinner, they'd all pick up an instrument and sing and play. Dang! That was fun! Never did ask what they thought of the Civil War.

Many a time we'd be fishing for cats, in the middle of the week, lakeside, campfire and all that. Bells on the poles because we were consumed by the fire and the cooler. Don't get much better than that.

It's been 40 years since I was there, but I remember almost every second of it. Fondly. Rented a farmhouse just outside of O'Fallon. One night, there was a bonfire in the horse pasture. Of course, I wandered down there to see what was going on. Coon hunters listening to their dogs. "That's my dog!" Then they all jumped up and left. Really very nice memories. I'd really rather be a puke than a sucker.

Just rambling.

Ole

 

[larry_cockerham]

One night, there was a bonfire in the horse pasture. Of course, I wandered down there to see what was going on. Coon hunters listening to their dogs. "That's my dog!" Then they all jumped up and left. Really very nice memories.

Just rambling.

Ole

The mind goes after time. One place the mind goes is backward as you have aptly demonstrated. Back in the Blue Ridge the coon hunters built their fires at about 5,000 msl elevation on tops of the relatively level ridges (relatively being the key word) isolated from the valleys below at 3500 msl. The sound travelled really well with little or no automobile traffic. (A horse passing gas could be heard nearly half a mile.) Many a night I lay awake listening to much the same mess you describe. Different world, same hazard to the coon. A good coon dog, usually a blue tick hound, could sing (to stretch a term to it's limits) loud and clear.

 

[rivrrat]

Somthing on Kirby Smith or the Red River campaign would be nice or a good book on Chikamauga a little East but where my GG uncle was killed.