. Highways and byways of the South. At the Back Door A Quest for Tar 307 railroad track and engaged lodging of an elderlywoman who was chewing a snuff stick. The man ofthe house was at the well in the back yard drawing upa pail of water on the creaking windlass. That donehe went to find the fattening hogs, and afterwardshe sat down indoors to wait for the cows to returnfrom their days grazing in the woods. They alwayscame, but they took their own time about it and themilking was often much belated. Hit air plumbdiscouragin the way those cows act, affirmed theman. Sometime I think Til git shet
. Highways and byways of the South. At the Back Door A Quest for Tar 307 railroad track and engaged lodging of an elderlywoman who was chewing a snuff stick. The man ofthe house was at the well in the back yard drawing upa pail of water on the creaking windlass. That donehe went to find the fattening hogs, and afterwardshe sat down indoors to wait for the cows to returnfrom their days grazing in the woods. They alwayscame, but they took their own time about it and themilking was often much belated. Hit air plumbdiscouragin the way those cows act, affirmed theman. Sometime I think Til git shet of cows andnot raise no mo while I stay hyar. This aint much of a place to live in since thesawmill got through, was the wifes comment, anwere gittin ole. Hits all I can do to walk about,and I dont go anywhar from home unless Tmhauled. The grizzled old man now rose stiffly and pickedup his milk-pail. I hear the cows, he said, andwent out into the night. I was sitting in the kitchen, a rough shedlike roomlighted by a dim kerosene la
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