smang

Updated: May 21, 2025

"I never see sech darnin' ez Aunt Sairy Ann do fur ye, dad; I hev jes tuk my shears an' cut this heel smang out, an' I be goin' ter do it over." She slipped a tiny gourd into the heel, and began to draw the slow threads to and fro across it. The blaze, red and yellow, and with elusive purple gleams, leaped up the chimney. The sap was still in the wood; it sang a summer-tide song.

Mary Noailles Murfree - His "Day In Court": 1895