. Highways and byways of the South. thing,but an S belonging to the second word got astray, andthe mammoth letters informed the public that ALL MEN SWEAR^^-—^AT SAM GORDONS. A common adjunct of the homes was a toy houseon a pole for the box martins to live in. These birdsare encouraged, not simply for the pleasure of thepeople who provide the shelters, but because themartins are sworn enemies of the hawks, and giveeffective police protection to the chickens. Waterwas, of course, plentiful in the hills, though the dwell-ings were seldom amply and conveniently supplied withit. Some had cisterns
. Highways and byways of the South. thing,but an S belonging to the second word got astray, andthe mammoth letters informed the public that ALL MEN SWEAR^^-—^AT SAM GORDONS. A common adjunct of the homes was a toy houseon a pole for the box martins to live in. These birdsare encouraged, not simply for the pleasure of thepeople who provide the shelters, but because themartins are sworn enemies of the hawks, and giveeffective police protection to the chickens. Waterwas, of course, plentiful in the hills, though the dwell-ings were seldom amply and conveniently supplied withit. Some had cisterns that stored the roof water, butthis supply gave out in dry spells, and it was apt to bediscolored and to taste of the wood over which it hadflowed. Some families depended on springs, frequentlyat quite a distance, and brought the water a pailful at atime. I saw one girl lugging along such a burden who 198 Highways and Byways of the South had to go for it a quarter of a mile, climb a rocky hill,and crawl under a barbed-wire Going Home from the Spring The half-wild glens I explored had an attractiondistinctly their own, but it was the Ohio and its nearestborderlands that interested me most. One sultry after-noon, while following the highway across a meadow On the Banks of the Ohio 199 level near the river, I was overtaken by a shower. Thevalley had been full of fog early, and all the morninga light mist permeated the air and dulled the by noon this mist had burned off, and the day wasvery hot until mid-afternoon, when gloomy cloudsbegan to unfold in the west. They drifted upwardand blotted out the sun, and spread a leaden twilightover the landscape. The lightning flickered along thehorizon, and I heard the distant rumble of the first big drops of rain were pelting down,and I ran on and escaped the heaviest of the downpourby seeking refuge in a little store at Joness half an hour the rain drenched the earth, and thecloudland art
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