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Dock, the Moonshiner


How I Aided Him in Escaping From Jail


by Col. G. W. Symonds


I had been so hospitably entertained by Moonshiner Dock Davis, and his invitation to call again upon him at his wildcat still had been so cordially given that I could not resist the temptation to saddle my mare and ride over on Lonesome one bright sparkling day about a week after the fox hunt. I found without difficulty the little blind canyon at the head of which was the “spring branch” whose pure water was so necessary to the manufacture of “mountain dew” and my hoRead More