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DOWN THE RAVINE BY CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK. CHAPTER I. The new moon, a gleaming scimitar, cleft the gauzy mists above a rugged spur of the Cumberland Mountains.  The sky, still crimson and amber, stretched vast and lonely above the vast and lonely landscape.  A fox was barking in the laurel. This was an imprudent proceeding on the part of the fox, considering the value of his head-gear.  A young mountaineer down the ravine was reminded, by the sharp, abrupt sound, of a premiu