TALL TALES FROM THE HIGH HILLS by Ellis Credle
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TALL TALES FROM THE HIGH HILLS

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KIRKUS REVIEW

There is real cracker-barrel gusto to this round up. There's enough elemental one-upmanship and exaggeration to provoke guffaws. Like the pudding Ma Tolliver made. It was for the Thanksgiving all-day preaching session. Now Ma asked all her daughters, her son and her husband please to add a pinch of salt. But they were too busy. Each one later felt his conscience sting and added a generous salting. The polite preacher sampled the pudding and all the sermons ceased. Too, there were the two buck goats, black and white, who butted and butted with their horns, until all that was seen was two little wooly puffs ramming each other. (The bits of fluff were their tails.) And the ""modest"" farmer at the county fair, not claiming undue credit for his pumpkins. He just made it clear that he carried the pie shell and his wife rolled down the hill inside the pumpkin. Then they filled the shell. Some are suitable to read aloud to younger children -- others will appeal to older youngsters.

Publisher: Nelson