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Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings. Cross Creek
Cross Creek
Table of Contents
1. For this is an enchanted land
2. Taking up the slack
3. The magnolia tree
4. The pound party
5. The census
6. The evolution of comfort
7. Antses in Tim's breakfast
8. The Widow Slater
9. Catching one young
10. 'Geechee
11. A pig is paid for
12. My friend Moe
13. Residue
14. Toady-frogs, lizards, antses, and varmints
15. The ancient enmity
16. Black shadows
17. Our daily Bread
18. Spring at the Creek
19. Summer
20. Fall
21. Winter
22. Hyacinth drift
23. Who owns Cross Creek?
THE END
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Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
Published by Good Press, 2021
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There are no further houses until you take the sharp curve in the road that sweeps down to the Creek itself. There is a patch of thick hammock, an open field, and then, on the right, old Joe's abandoned house. Old Joe Mackay is the last of a good farming family. The Mackay acres were well-tilled and profitable some fifty years ago. There has been no regular cultivation for years, though now and then lately some farmer from the village rents the largest cleared field to raise some special crop. Old Joe lived alone in the old Mackay house. He is ageless in appearance, small and stooped and wiry, with his thin face ruddy from being on Orange Lake in every sort of weather. He runs a catfish line for a living. The house is as silver gray as the speckled perch he sometimes catches. It is a tall box of a house and even in its desertion maintains a look of sturdy livability. It was a good house in its day. Something about it is beautiful, its color most of all, and tall palms bend over it, and there are live oaks and holly and a few orange trees around it, and the hammock is a soft curtain beyond it. It was because he had a house that he was able to get a wife. His good friend Tom Morrison found a very pretty widow. He married the pretty widow to Old Joe, and Tom and Old Joe and the widow and the widow's children lived happily in the house.
