February 02, 2003

Southern Comfort

Excerpt from Wayfarer:
A Voice from the Southern Mountains
James Dickey and William Bake

You never did tell me what brings you up this way. People come for different reasons, you know. Had one fellow didn't do nothin' but walk around pickin' up rocks. He told me some things about these-here mountains that anybody ought to know. Because of the feel, you ought to know. What I mean is that these mountains are old, I mean real old. You won't find any real steep places in 'em, except just a few, nothin' like they got out yonder in the ROcky Mountains, that they climb up with ropes and all. It ain't like that around here. It used to be, I been told, that these-here mountains mighta been higher than the Rocky Mountains, or maybe any other mountains in the world, but since they're so old, they done been wore down; kind of; all the edges done come off'em. That's what makes 'em a place you can live in, more like a home place. You won't never find, in no other mountians, all the things that grows around here. I don't know but a few of 'em myself, and I've lived here all my life. You can strike in anywhere, and things're good. We've got poplar trees that's ten feet through. We've got every kind of flower you would ever want, and some you can't see nowhere else. I like all that. I can't think about livin' in no other way, or in no other place. You just get out and move around amongst it all, and you know it's right; everything you see is right.

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