1903. The book begins: Yonder up in the hills are men and women, white-haired, who love to tell of that time when the woods came to the doorstep and God's cattle fed on the growing corn. Where, long ago, they sowed their youth and strength, they see their sons reaping, but now, bent with age, they have ceased to gather save in the far fields of memory. Every day they go down the long, well-trodden path and come back with hearts full. They are as children plucking the meadows of June. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.