When thistles go adrift, the sun sets down the valley between the hills; when snow comes, it goes down behind the Cumberland and streams t...

A drove of lean cattle were swinging easily over Black Mountain, and behind them came a big man with wild black hair and a bushy beard...

``I tell ye, boys, hit hain t often a feller has the chance o' doin' so much good jes by dyin'. Fer 'f Abe Shivers air...

Stranger, you furriners don't nuver seem to consider that a woman has always got the devil to fight in two people at once! Hit'...

I A midsummer freshet was running over old Gabe Bunch's water-wheel into the Cumberland. Inside the mill Steve Marcum lay in o...

I've told ye, stranger, that Hell fer Sartain empties, as it oughter, of co'se, into Kingdom-Come. You can ketch the devil ...

Thar was a dancin'-party Christmas night on ``Hell fer Sartain.'' Jes tu'n up the fust crick beyond the bend thar, an&...

Hit was this way, stranger. When hit comes to handlin' a right peert gal, Jeb Somers air about the porest man on Fryin' Pan, I...

Stranger, I'm a separate man, an' I don't inquizite into no man's business; but you ax me straight, an' I tell ye ...

The purple rhododendron is rare. Up in the Gap here, Bee Rock, hung out over Roaring Rock, blossoms with it--as a gray cloud purples w...