2/11 It was an odd sight, an un-American glimpse--a wink at a strange land. They commented on everything that whirled within sight--a bend in the road, a crooked Line, a tumble-down fence. They talked about names that they held a prejudice against, and occasionally one of them would say, "No, I don't like a man of that name." "There," Richmond spoke up, "I never knew a man of that name that wasn't a wolf. But sometimes one good fellow offsets a whole generation of bad names. |