With this she swept back from the hearth of uneven stones the live coals flung out by the fire.
"Thar's some walnut sticks amongst thet wood," she said as she replaced the hearth-broom, "an' they pops awful." From a pouch-like basket, made of skilfully interwoven hickory strips, and hanging against the wall, she took a half-finished stocking and a ball of yarn.

Drawing a low rocking-chair up into the light, she seated herself and began knitting.
As he neared the last of his second bowl of milk Fortner bethought himself, and glanced at Aunt Debby.

Her work had fallen from her nervous hands and lay idly in her lap, while her great eyes were fixed hungrily upon him.
"They've bin fouten over ter Wildcat to-day," he said, answering their inquiry, without waiting to empty his mouth.
"Yes, I heard the cannons," she said with such gentle voice as made her dialect seem quaint and sweet.

"I clim up on Bald Rock at the top o' the mounting an' lissened.

I could see the smoke raisin', but I couldn't tell nothin'.