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Updated: June 3, 2025
So instead of the despair due the occasion, I was happy as I jogged slowly out over the twenty long miles that stretched out like a silvery ribbon dropped down upon the meadows and fields that separate the proud city of Hayesville and the gray and green little old hamlet of Riverfield, which nestles in a bend of the Cumberland River and sleeps time away under its huge old oak and elm and hackberry trees, kept perpetually green by the gnarled old cedars that throw blue-berried green fronds around their winter nakedness.
It is all hard and not short in a single grain. We are going to trade you half." And Polly's blue eyes, which still looked like the uncommercialized violet despite a six weeks' acquaintance with society in Hayesville, danced with true farmer delight.
"I shouldn't wonder but what all this might be so," said Jared to himself; "I don't know but what I should like to try it" meaning not that he had any desire to refine and ennoble himself, but only a strong hankering to "get his hand in," as the phrase goes. It was about this time that the Western Art Circuit began to evangelize Hayesville.
"Oh, I'm not easily lost." "I am desolated with loneliness and I must know where it is that you leave the train, immediately, so that I may sleep." "At Hayesville, Harpeth, you ridiculous boy. Now don't disturb me again. Go to sleep."
As we entered he rose beside the bench and in that rising displayed a chain by which one of his feet was made fast to the rock of the wall. "Good morning, sir," said my Gouverneur Faulkner, as if greeting a gentleman upon the street of that city of Hayesville. "Also a good morning, sir," made reply my poor Capitaine, the Count de Lasselles.
Then I got up at two o'clock in the night and fed the mules so Bud could start at half-past two in order to be in the market at Hayesville long before the break of day, so as to sell the truck at the very top of the market to the earliest greengrocers. I gave Bud coffee and bread and butter and drove the team down to the gate while he went ahead to open it.
"I was speaking of my own friend who might have taken a Canadian line instead of the American. She is so careless about instructions. Now look; we are beginning to wind down into the very heart of the Harpeth Valley, and by the time you make very tidy that mop of hair you have on your head and I powder my nose, we will be in Hayesville to face the General in all of his glory.
Then without further remark, I followed him down the steps and got into that car which was the color of the heart of the cherry and I raced that Mr. Bumble Bee through the city of Hayesville in a manner which put to flight a large population thereof.
He had been a dreamer when he came out of the University of Virginia ten years after the war, and it had been the tragedy of Uncle Cradd's life that he had not settled down with him on the very broad, but very poor, ancestral acres of Elmnest, to slice away with him at that wealth instead of letting himself be captured in all his poetic beauty at a dance in Hayesville by a girl whose father had made her half a million dollars in town land deals.
"Besides, youngster, there are girls in Hayesville," he added with a grin that again was reflected on my face without my will and which did entirely take away my anger and embarrassment at his repulse. "Girls! Girls!" exploded my Uncle, the General Robert.
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