(Jan. 06, 1909) “Shhh”! Will watched, as she walked just beyond the whistling pine thicket, leading to her tiny cabin. She was a tall woman, wearing a long skirt that fit high on her waist, and her dark gray hair was fixed in a tight bun. Sadness touched the boy, as he noticed she had a slight limp, and strangely, she was carrying a dead squirrel.
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