By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 14, 2016 From the Improvement Era, February 1948 – Quagunts By Eleanor M. Hall We had stayed away too long. Night was falling fast, and a raw wind howled from the southwest, rolling angry clouds before it, and forcing premature darkness upon us. We took a seldom used cut-off near the creek. Our trotting steps became a run as the dusk thickened, and heavy-blown creek sand stung our hands and faces. Then...
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