. Highways and byways of the South. Yo takethe nex turn to the right, she said in response to myquestions about the route, and go down across thewater slush, and pretty soon yoU see a light. That isMr. Lemairs house. I did faithfully as she bade, took the turn, crossed ashallow stream, and saw shining through the tall treetrunks the planters home light sending its cheeringrays out into the black mysterious woods. u XIII A QUEST FOR TAR ^KfCiihlVO AMI) 5)(SUiKKiji;oH(;i5 ,v,-^^m ?,:? SOUTH CAR-OLINIAN who was one day en-lightening me on the hab-its of the countrysidementioned that the peopleof
. Highways and byways of the South. Yo takethe nex turn to the right, she said in response to myquestions about the route, and go down across thewater slush, and pretty soon yoU see a light. That isMr. Lemairs house. I did faithfully as she bade, took the turn, crossed ashallow stream, and saw shining through the tall treetrunks the planters home light sending its cheeringrays out into the black mysterious woods. u XIII A QUEST FOR TAR ^KfCiihlVO AMI) 5)(SUiKKiji;oH(;i5 ,v,-^^m ?,:? SOUTH CAR-OLINIAN who was one day en-lightening me on the hab-its of the countrysidementioned that the peopleof his state were oftennicknamed sandlappers. They call us that, heexplained, because sandis so powerful plenty ; andup in North Carolina theycall the folks tar-heels,*because they use to makeso much tar thar. Yocouldnt step aroun muchwithout gettin into someof the blame stuff. Iknow how it was. I useto live thar, an I ricolectwhen I was a hobedehoy boy my ole man, jus afterdark one night, got his foot into a bucket o tar that 290. -??.?? .-(.sill*: An Advertisement A Quest for Tar 291 happen to be set near the house door. The weatherwas col an the tar was stiff, an it took two men topull that thar tar offn the ole mans foot. Where would I go to see tar-making now ? Iasked. Wal, I caint rightly tell. Thar aint nigh as manypine trees as thar use to be, an coal tar has took theplace of the ole-fashion pitch-pine tar. But if youdfind them makin tar anywhar, it would be up arounFayetteville. So I journeyed to Fayetteville, for I very much wishedto see something of this primitive woodland industry,the fascination of which I had felt ever since I readabout the process in my school geography. Fayette-ville was formerly a place of considerable is on the banks of the Cape Fear River at the headof steamboat navigation, and before the war it was themarket town for all the northwestern section of thestate. Several plank roads radiated from it, and an im-mense wagon trade came to
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