My Most Unforgettable Character

Our covered wagon suddenly emerged from the rolling green of Virginia into the closely crammed hills of Kentucky. Amazement struck me, not only with the sight of the first mountains I had ever seen, but with the fact that ninety-eight per cent of the local terra firma was set on a sixty-degree angle. How utterly different from the exciting canyons of Juniper and Chestnut, the towering Petra of South Penn Square or the asphalt jungle thickly settled between the Delaware and Schuylkill! At...