After them three boys, they had ’em three girls. It was a hard life, but a good one for my folks. He brung to the villages blankets and axes and mirrors and paint, goods like coffee and sugar too. The family come in from the coastal waters, on to the deep forests where my pappy started off trading with the wild Injuns for their skins. “My folks had three boys awready to bring along with ’em when they come to America.
“So you was the firstborn to your mam and pap?” Wasn’t too old when my family up and moved west from the Carolinas, clear across the Mississap to the Cape, south there from St. “I was on the Mississap when it come time to point my nose for these shining hills. “You come west to the mountains from Carolina country?” “My grandpap was a Scot his own self,” Bass announced. Though I was borned this side of the east ocean, I’m a Scotsman like my pappy’s people.” He always told folks he got here when this here country got its first president. Was down along the Natchez Road, clear to the Muscle Shoals-but never got that far east.”
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