. Highways and byways of the South. A Farmers Boy 218 Highways and Byways of the South cows roamed free and browsed on the low forest leaf-age. Now and then I would see one of them pickingabout in the underbrush, and I constantly heard thedull tink, tink, of the bells fastened to their necks. Noon came and the sun looked down into the forestdepths and made the air along the ribbon of roadwaypalpitate with heat. It was doubly warm climbing,and after a time I concluded to turn back. I wasgetting hungry, and when I presently approached asmall frame house and noted the chimney smokingsuggestively,
. Highways and byways of the South. A Farmers Boy 218 Highways and Byways of the South cows roamed free and browsed on the low forest leaf-age. Now and then I would see one of them pickingabout in the underbrush, and I constantly heard thedull tink, tink, of the bells fastened to their necks. Noon came and the sun looked down into the forestdepths and made the air along the ribbon of roadwaypalpitate with heat. It was doubly warm climbing,and after a time I concluded to turn back. I wasgetting hungry, and when I presently approached asmall frame house and noted the chimney smokingsuggestively, I clambered over the fence and rapped atthe door. Around a table, inside, were a man andwoman and a dozen children, more or less, eatingdinner. Several of the lesser youngsters hastened topoke their heads out and have a look at me. Theywere so begrimed and ragged, they seemed moreheathen than civilized; but the mother hustled theminto a back room and set a chair out on the porch forme, and when the children reappeared their faces
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