mud-packed

Updated: September 7, 2025

Once, at a crossing, David waited while a wagon loaded with soft, creamy, gray hemp creaked past toward a factory. He sniffed with relish the tar of the mud-packed wheels; he put out a hand and stroked the heads drawn close in familiar bales. Crowded, too, of Saturdays was the book-shop to which the students usually resorted for their supplies.

James Lane Allen - The Reign of Law; a tale of the Kentucky hemp fields