The Bishop of Cottontown: A Story of the Southern Cotton Mills

CHAPTER I

COTTON

The frost had touched the gums and maples in the Tennessee Valley, and the wood, which lined every hill and mountain side, looked like huge flaming bouquets--large ones, where the thicker wood clustered high on the side of Sand Mountain and stood out in crimson, gold and yellow against the sky,--small ones, where they clustered around the foot hills.

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