. Highways and byways of the South. , Mag, the doctor said, turning to Mrs. Hudnut. Want that the way of it ? He was sure cyored, replied Mag. At length the doctor glanced toward me with theinquiry, Where mought you have come from ^ * Im from Massachusetts, I responded. Massachusetts, repeated Mag, doubtfully; 1low Ill look that thar up on the map sometime. Idlike to see jus whar that is. Is it near Kansas ? asked Andy. You have to cross a part of the ocean to get toKansas from Tennessee, I believe, said Mag. Thar was a Massachusetts man hyar year befolas, announced the doctor, an he say hit w
. Highways and byways of the South. , Mag, the doctor said, turning to Mrs. Hudnut. Want that the way of it ? He was sure cyored, replied Mag. At length the doctor glanced toward me with theinquiry, Where mought you have come from ^ * Im from Massachusetts, I responded. Massachusetts, repeated Mag, doubtfully; 1low Ill look that thar up on the map sometime. Idlike to see jus whar that is. Is it near Kansas ? asked Andy. You have to cross a part of the ocean to get toKansas from Tennessee, I believe, said Mag. Thar was a Massachusetts man hyar year befolas, announced the doctor, an he say hit was twothousan miles from hyar to thar; an he say they haddeep snow thar six months in the year ; an he say aman couldnt marry thar unless he had three or fohundred dollars and a house. Hit seem like to me, said Andy, yo not find itvery easy going home thars so many roads and cross-roads. Id be afeard Id lose the way and never gitthar. The farthest I ever went was over near Ashville inNorth Carolina, the doctor remarked. I wanted to. An Inhabitant of the Mountains TPn: fr^.RK i i;Y /»J ? \ AND TILDt-N tiJATIONS. In the Tennessee Mountains 139 see the house Vanderbilt got over thar an I startedearly an I walked plumb thar agin dark—~ sixty-fivemile. That thar house is made of square rocks, all aswhite as chalk. Thars some people hyar been good long jour-neys, said Andy, and others haint. Thars an olewoman at the nex house up the road was raised ontother side of Brushy Mountains, and when she mar-ried she moved over to this side an aint been any-whar else. After supper we went into the living room. Onone of the beds lay the baby. Ah, little Joe, littleJoe, the doctor said caressingly ; aint he like hisdaddy ? On the other bed sat a sleepy small boy about fouryears old, and when his mother came in from her workin the cook-room, she slipped off his trousers andtucked him into the bedclothes. Then she took thebaby and sat down beside the fireplace. Two or threecrickets were
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