"It's a plumb shame for you to be buried alive in these hills." There was nothing said after this, until, coming to the top of the ridge, they stopped.

From here Ollie and Sammy would take the Old Trail to the girl's home.

Then, with his eyes on the vast sweep of forest-clad hills and valleys, over which the blue haze was fast changing to purple in the level rays of the sun, Young Matt spoke.
"I don't guess you'd better figure on that.

Some folks are made to live in the city, and some ain't.

I reckon I was built to live in these hills.