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Who Crosses Storm Mountain?: 1911
Who Crosses Storm Mountain?: 1911
Who Crosses Storm Mountain?: 1911
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"Who Crosses Storm Mountain?: 1911" by Mary Noailles Murfree
Murfree became known for her wilderness fantasy stories, often written under her pen-name Charles Egbert Craddock. For fifteen successive summers the family stayed in Beersheeba Springs in the Cumberland Mountains of East Tennessee, giving her the opportunity to study the mountains closely and inspire her stories. This book shows how, even after frontier travel was starting to be a thing of the past, heading through the mountains in the American south was still an adventure of survival and perserverence.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateMar 16, 2020
ISBN4064066105150
Who Crosses Storm Mountain?: 1911

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    Who Crosses Storm Mountain? - Mary Noailles Murfree

    Mary Noailles Murfree

    Who Crosses Storm Mountain?

    1911

    Published by Good Press, 2020

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066105150

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    The wind stirred in the weighted pines; the snow lay on the ground. Here and there on its smooth, white expanse footprints betokened the woodland gentry abroad. In the pallid glister of the moon, even amid the sparse, bluish shadows of the leafless trees, one might discriminate the impression of the pronged claw of the wild turkey, the short, swift paces of the mink, the padded, doglike paw of the wolf. A progress of a yet more ravening suggestion was intimated in great hoof-marks leading to the door of a little log cabin all a-crouch in the grim grip of winter and loneliness and poverty on the slope of the mountain, among heavy, outcropping ledges of rock and beetling, overhanging crags. With icy ranges all around as far as the eye could reach, with the vast, instarred, dark sky above, it might seem as if sorrow, the world, the law could hardly take account of so slight a thing, so remote. But smoke was slowly stealing up from its stick-and-clay chimney, and its clapboarded roof sheltered a group with scarcely the heart to mend the fire.

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