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Kephart the Hunter

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  • of the "Citified" 23 are traveling? You would call it a creek-bed. So it was last spring, so it may be again this fall, but that is only secondary. It is really the main thoroughfare for mile after mile through the hills. Watch those children ahead skipping along to school, all barefooted, even the grown girl. If you happened in her home you would probably find her mother bare-footed, also. On either side of the creek, the hills rise, the lower part of trees, washed with gullies and making one last effort to keep their scrubby cornfields from falling down upon the cabins below. Ahead, the hills stretch blue, full of romance and fancy, all that is strange and picturesque, but those beside me are real. They make me think and think hard as I come to the little schoolhouse set with its back against the hillside, its front step close to the creek. It is Monday morning. I had been having such good times with the youngsters Saturday and Sunday while they were free. They unconsciously put me to shame for the things which they could do. Country boys and girls always make me feel so. We all laughed when I tried so helplessly to detach a persistent calf from its natural parent. Then I began to milk as hard as my untrained hands could go but came out far behind. We dug "sang" in the afternoon but my eyes made so many errors that I fear I added very little to the poke (bag). When we reached home, Mam was not through with the work. She was washing out sacks by the spring. I had thought the women all sat around as I had seen some doing. Mam had been up since daybreak but she was not too tired to finish shearing the two stray sheep that night after she had set supper for
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