. Highways and byways of the South. !»».^>X ??Mi- k**^. Rubbing down a Trotter ing the compressed-yeast boy and another little fellow,who looked to be about ten years old, canter over theturf among the trees on the mettlesome ponies, givingthem their morning exercise. One day I walked into a place called Athens — avillage with a look of antiquity that suggested closerelationship with the Grecian city of like name. Itwas a battered, decayed little hamlet gathered about a 184 Highways and Byways of the South few shops and stores. Various village vehicles stoodby the roadside of the narrow chi
. Highways and byways of the South. !»».^>X ??Mi- k**^. Rubbing down a Trotter ing the compressed-yeast boy and another little fellow,who looked to be about ten years old, canter over theturf among the trees on the mettlesome ponies, givingthem their morning exercise. One day I walked into a place called Athens — avillage with a look of antiquity that suggested closerelationship with the Grecian city of like name. Itwas a battered, decayed little hamlet gathered about a 184 Highways and Byways of the South few shops and stores. Various village vehicles stoodby the roadside of the narrow chief street, somewrecked past use, and others apparently left there forlack of shed room. Groups of loafers gathered wher-ever they could find convenient sitting-places in theshade, and the storekeepers established themselves inchairs tilted against the front of their emporiums andonly went inside when a stray customer A Village Scene I made a purchase at one of the stores and thencontinued my walk, but I had not gone far when Iwas overtaken by a young man on horseback. Heproved to be the man at whose store I had traded, The Blue-grass Country 185 and the sole object of his ride was to have a talk withme. He had followed me at a gallop, but as he cameabreast, he slowed down and called out, How de do?For several miles he kept in my company. He saidhe was not very busy. This is the poorest countryon Gods earth for trade, he affirmed. Ill tell youfor why. Theres too few people and too many stores— dag-goned if there aint. Sometimes I think Illsell out, lock, stock, and barrel [that is, he would selleverything as completely as if he sold his gun — lock,stock, and barrel]. But I caint quite make up mymind to it. I spose youd heard of yfthens before you comethar to-day. Yes, I spose every ones heard of y^thens,Kentucky. It aint a bad place — dag-goned if it bettern any dag-goned city that eve
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