. Highways and byways of the South. r until she couldnt hardly stir. 1told em I hoped to God they might roost In hell fortakin my things, and they said If I didnt shut mymouth theyd shoot me down. Well, I tell you hitsbad — war Is ! I never want to live to see nary notherwar to have to go through hit. Mrs. Snell now rose and prepared to go out andgive her chickens their evening feed. She limped andused a cane. Hits my foot, said she. We beenhavin bad weather hyar till lately. Hit sot In anrained, an rained, an rained. Hits tolerable muddywhen hit rains, an I slipped In the mud an give myfoot a
. Highways and byways of the South. r until she couldnt hardly stir. 1told em I hoped to God they might roost In hell fortakin my things, and they said If I didnt shut mymouth theyd shoot me down. Well, I tell you hitsbad — war Is ! I never want to live to see nary notherwar to have to go through hit. Mrs. Snell now rose and prepared to go out andgive her chickens their evening feed. She limped andused a cane. Hits my foot, said she. We beenhavin bad weather hyar till lately. Hit sot In anrained, an rained, an rained. Hits tolerable muddywhen hit rains, an I slipped In the mud an give myfoot a sprain. As she picked her slow way across the yard, Istarted back through the woods to the trees were feathering Into leafage, and the forestwas brightened with blossoming shrubbery — dog-wood, honeysuckle, ivory, and redbud. The last Among the Georgia Crackers 119 was especially conspicuous — every bush a pink cloudof bloom. When I came Into the open, I found grandsons sprouting In the new ground,. Returning from the Hen-house that Is, cutting brush on land where the timber hadbeen recently cleared off. They were piling up therubbish and burning it. Two of the smaller boyshad manufactured hickory whistles, and piped on those I20 Highways and Byways of the South more than they sprouted. Clearing new ground wasa common occupation at this season among thefarmers, and the crackHng brush heaps seemed likealtar fires of spring — sacrificial offerings to the deitiesof nature to secure an abundant harvest. Blue smoke-drifts arose from many a field, and the whole quietevening landscape was veiled in gauzy haze. IN THE TENNESSEE MOUNTAINS
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