But I know a place, colonel, that we kin reach, an' whar we kin stay ef the snow gits too deep fur us.

These mountings are full uv little valleys an' coves.

They say the Alleghanies run more than a thousand miles one way an' mebbe three hundred or so another.
I reckon that when the Lord made 'em, an' looked at His job, he wondered how He wuz goin' to hev people live in sech a mass uv mountings.

Then He took His fingers an' pressed 'em down into the ground lots an' lots uv times, an' He made all sorts of purty valleys an' ravines through which the rivers an' creeks an' branches could run, an' snug little coves in which men could build thar cabins an' be sheltered by the big cliffs above an' the forest hangin' on 'em.

I reckon that He favored us up here, 'cause the mountings jest suit me.