Collected by Merlin Mitchell Told by
Transcribed by Mary C. Parler Fred Woodruff
October 12, 1950
Reel 77, Item 5
They used to haul apples. They 'd gather 'em up around
Springdale, where they always growed apples, way back fifty
years ago. There was fall apples, what they call Rusty Coats,
and Limber Twigs, and Arkansas Blacks, and stuff like that.
They'd load on twenty bushel o apples, and pull across this mountain
and down on the other side; and they'd peddle 'em out — over there
round Cross Lanes and Alma, and that country down there,
where they raised cotton. They'd peddle 'em, maybe sell four or
five for a nickel.
There was a feller started cross there, and he'd come to the
mountain, and he'd just got on top. There was just room enough
for a wagin, and once in a while you could have to cut brush or
mash it down to get outa the road to camp.
He said that he'd pulled out and stopped there to camp.
Said that he was takin' care of his team. And there was a big ole
boy comes up by. Says look like he was fifteen or sixteen year
old. Said first there was a womern went down ahead of him. And
he said she seem to be in a awful hurry — kinda runnin' long,
lookin' back, and then this young feller follered
her up. Said he's bare-footed.
He stopped. Says, "See anything of Mam goin' down de road?"
An' he says, "I seen a womern goin' down the road, but I don't
know whether it wa your Mam er not."
Said, "That was her." Said, She said she was goin'ter wean
me, but I'm goin'ter show her!"
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