CREASYBACK BEANS
This story happened to me. The Haywood Association was meeting in a little church in what is known as the Cowee section. There are some log houses there, built long before the Civil War, that people still live in. It was one of those beautiful cool October days in the mountains, and I was with my go...
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Zusammenfassung: | This story happened to me.
The Haywood Association was meeting in a little church in what is known as the Cowee section. There are some log houses there, built long before the Civil War, that people still live in. It was one of those beautiful cool October days in the mountains, and I was with my good friend and cousin Weston Reid, and a preacher by the name of Sawyer — a man about my size and a good trencherman.
When we went out to have “dinner on the grounds,” I noticed a dear old lady in a faded blue dress |
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DOI: | 10.2307/j.ctt1xp3md1.71 |