{"id":2903,"date":"2013-11-11T16:40:33","date_gmt":"2013-11-11T21:40:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/getitright.pmss.net\/?page_id=2903"},"modified":"2020-06-11T01:37:08","modified_gmt":"2020-06-11T05:37:08","slug":"the-mountaineers-our-own-lost-tribes","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2903","title":{"rendered":"SCRAPBOOK BEFORE 1929: R.L. Hartt, &#8220;The Mountaineers Our Own Lost Tribes&#8221; 1918"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h5>Pine Mountain Settlement School<br \/>Series 27: Scrapbooks, Albums, Gathered Notes<\/h5>\n<h2>SCRAPBOOK BEFORE 1929:<br \/>R.L. Hartt, \u201cThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes\u201d 1918<\/h2>\n<div id=\"attachment_2906\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-2906 \" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0017.jpg\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 493px) 100vw, 493px\" srcset=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0017.jpg 1000w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0017-300x240.jpg 300w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0017-624x501.jpg 624w\" alt=\"The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, illus.\" width=\"493\" height=\"396\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2906\" \/>\n<p id=\"caption-attachment-2906\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, illus. 1. [Illustrated by John Wolcott Adams]<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>This article, \u201cThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes,\u201d describes the variety of life in the Central Appalachians during the first quarter of the twentieth century. Written by \u00a0Rollin Lynde Hartt and illustrated by John Wolcott Adams, it was published as a vignette in the January 1918 issue of <a href=\"_wp_link_placeholder\" data-wplink-edit=\"true\"><em>The\u00a0Century\u00a0<\/em><\/a><em><a href=\"_wp_link_placeholder\">Magazine<\/a>,<\/em> (New York City: volume 95, no. 3, pages 395 \u2013 403), and also printed in 1918 as a book with the same title by Century Company of New York City.<\/p>\n\n\t\t<style type=\"text\/css\">\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 {\n\t\t\t\tmargin: auto;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-item {\n\t\t\t\tfloat: left;\n\t\t\t\tmargin-top: 10px;\n\t\t\t\ttext-align: center;\n\t\t\t\twidth: 33%;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 img {\n\t\t\t\tborder: 2px solid #cfcfcf;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t#gallery-1 .gallery-caption {\n\t\t\t\tmargin-left: 0;\n\t\t\t}\n\t\t\t\/* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes\/media.php *\/\n\t\t<\/style>\n\t\t<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-2903 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2917'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0011-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2917\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2917'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, illus. 2.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2908'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0002-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2908\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2908'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 396.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2909'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0003-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2909\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2909'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own, p.397.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2910'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0004-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2910\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2910'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 398.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2911'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0005-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2911\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2911'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 399.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2912'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0006-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2912\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2912'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 400.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2913'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0007-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2913\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2913'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 401.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2914'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0008-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2914\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2914'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 402.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2915'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0009-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2915\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2915'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 403.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl><br style=\"clear: both\" \/><dl class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<dt class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?attachment_id=2916'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0010-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" aria-describedby=\"gallery-1-2916\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/dt>\n\t\t\t\t<dd class='wp-caption-text gallery-caption' id='gallery-1-2916'>\n\t\t\t\tThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, p. 404.\n\t\t\t\t<\/dd><\/dl>\n\t\t\t<br style='clear: both' \/>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<div id=\"gallery-1\" class=\"gallery galleryid-2903 gallery-columns-4 gallery-size-thumbnail\">\u00a0<\/div>\n<p><strong>Rollin Lynde Hartt<\/strong> was an early 20th-century journalist and author of several books. Ordained as a Congregational minister he was educated at Williams College. He reported for several journals popular in his day and was outspoken in his views of popular culture. His reporting and views on the Fundamentalist\u2013Modernist Controversy were known nationally and mentioned in <em>Time Magazine<\/em>.\u00a0 <a class=\"q ruhjFe NJLBac fl\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Rollin_Lynde_Hartt\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" data-ved=\"2ahUKEwjAkr-29ffpAhVuRTABHWD_CAAQmhMwDHoECAwQAg\">Wikipedia<\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>John Wolcott Adams, <\/strong>(1874-1925)<strong>\u00a0 <\/strong>the illustrator of the article, studied at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston. In 1898 he went to New York where he attended the <a title=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Art_Students_League_of_New_York\">Art Students League of New York<\/a> classes. He was interested in the theater and also designed sets for the theater. His drawings appear in many well-known magazines such as Colliers and Saturday Evening Post.<\/p>\n<h3>Transcription<\/h3>\n<p>The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes<\/p>\n<p>By ROLLIN LYNDE HARTT<\/p>\n<p>Author of \u201d New York, the National Stepmother,\u201d etc.<br \/>Illustrations by John Wolcott Adams<\/p>\n<p>Page 395: mou_0001<br \/>A DELICATE, dreamy-blue haze over-hangs the Southern Appalachians. Azaleas, laurel, and rhododendrons clothe their slopes. Log cabins abound. The mocking-bird carols blithely. Cow-bells tinkle. Up from abysses of unimaginable beauty come now and then snatches of some three-hundred-year-old British ballad. But it is not of such charms as these that the lowlander speaks when he says, with endearing Southern vehemence, \u201cTake my advice, Brother, and don\u2019t go back North without seeing our mountains.\u201d No, it is of the mountaineers that he speaks. It is of \u201cthose wonderful, wonderful people.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Wonderful, indeed, they must be if all you have read of them is true at once. They flocked to the World\u2019s Fair, they fought in Cuba; yet they have never seen a train. Not knowing their alphabets, they rave when a writer maligns them. Hopeless degenerates, they have produced Presidents, governors, generals, and jurists. They pick off \u201crevenues\u201d with unerring aim. This they owe to their diet of \u201cmoonshine\u201d whisky. They exterminate one another so persistently that their numbers have risen to five and a half millions. They speak Shaksperian English. Example: \u201cOh, my brethering-ah, how well I remember-ah, jist lack it war yistidy-ah, the time I foun\u2019 the Lord-ah!\u201d You end by regretting the colorless, undescriptive name Appalachia. Call it instead Chestertonia!<\/p>\n<p>Journalists, novelists, and authors of serious books conspire to give just that impression; sometimes the facts do. There were moonshiners who voted for prohibition. There was a feudist who apologized to his victim and, kneeling beside the dying man, prayed for his soul. There was a polygamist with a clear (because Biblical) conscience. When a Mormon<\/p>\n<p>Page 396: mou_0002<br \/>elder arrived, he ordered him off his premises.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan\u2019t I leave some tracts?\u201d said the Mormon.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll the tracks you want, if you leave \u2019em p\u2019inted towards the gate.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>But do I hold up these instances as typical? Nothing is typical of five and a half million Americans inhabiting 112,000 square miles of alpine paradise. Mountaineers differ, mountain neighborhoods differ, and much that characterizes the mountains characterizes also the lowlands. Behold, in the please-contribute leaflet of a species not yet wholly extinct, \u201ca typical mountain home.\u201d That one-room log cabin, with chinked walls, stone chimney, and hand-hewn shingles, is the usual penniless farmer\u2019s abode throughout the South. Meanwhile I can show you mountain homes that any rich planter might covet. From the literary point of view these bear the implied inscription, \u201cNot for publication.\u201d Hence the genesis of what may be termed the mountain fib.<\/p>\n<p>So does the mountain humbug. Two counties of Kentucky have dripped with gore; describe their feuds, without owning how exceptional they were, and you prompt the inference that every mountaineer, all the way from northern Virginia to midmost Alabama, is \u201cwarred up ag\u2019in\u2019 his neighbors.\u201d Here and there a family goes to bed in one room minus even a curtain for privacy. State it; stop there. Readers will think all mountaineers uncivilized. In certain remote \u201ccoves\u201d \u201ctooth-jumping\u201d survives; a nail is held slantwise against the embattled molar, a hammer does the rest. Tell it; avoid mentioning its extreme rarity. Then will humbug have its perfect work, till a district that should of rights be a national park is regarded as the national slum.<\/p>\n<p>The district is picturesque, however. It has nooks where mountaineers celebrate \u201cold Christmas,\u201d Gregorian style, on January 6, and at midnight on old Christmas eve \u201cthe alders bloom, and cattle kneel down. Hit would make you mighty solemn to see them kneel; you wouldn\u2019t feel like beatin\u2019 on them no more.\u201d Along many a highway drivers still keep to the left, as in England. Hand-made textiles and hand-made baskets perpetuate classic English designs. An occasional singing-school still uses \u201cshaped\u201d notes, with do, re, mi differing not only in their position on the staff, but also in form and semblance. A few tables, a very few, still sport the \u201clazy Susan,\u201d a kind of merry-go-round for eatables. Once in a great while you will see a mountain wife perched behind her husband on a mule. And the language! They \u201ccarry\u201d a horse. They pamper the \u201cleast\u201d child. Desiring a \u201cpreacher-parson\u201d to say grace, they bid him \u201cwait on the table.\u201d From Possum Trot to Still Hollow it is \u201ctwo good looks and a right smart walk.\u201d What a hunting-ground for local color and the wherewithal for humbug!<\/p>\n<p>As each peculiarity exists somewhere in the mountains, humbug feels free to make each particular mountaineer a museum of them all, a \u201ctype\u201d so \u201ctypical\u201d that his own mountains would scarcely know him. Whereas he is not struggling to epitomize and illustrate 112,000 square miles. He has other interests in life. Whole paragraphs he will talk to you without once lapsing into \u201cShaksperian English,\u201d although to my personal knowledge the Shaksperian words commonly used in the mountains number at least four: \u201cbuss\u201d for \u201ckiss,\u201d \u201cpoke\u201d for \u201cbag,\u201d \u201cpoppet\u201d for \u201cdoll,\u201d \u201cholp\u201d for \u201chelped.\u201d As well might you call it the English of Burns, since the \u201cbeasties\u201d in \u201cyon\u201d pasture \u201cwant out.\u201d Or why not the English of rural Ohio because of \u201chain\u2019t,\u201d \u201ccolyume,\u201d and \u201cgardeen\u201d? By the same token, call it Montanian because of \u201cpack\u201d for \u201ccarry,\u201d or Chaucerian because \u201chit\u201d replaces \u201cit.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The lowlanders likewise say \u201chit,\u201d but let us not reveal that. Inspired ethnologists, let us consider the mountaineers a race apart and dwell lovingly upon such idiosyncrasies as \u201csun-ball,\u201d \u201cchurch-house,\u201d \u201crifle-gun,\u201d and \u201cman-pusson.\u201d Especially let us cherish idiosyncrasies which, though too few to make a patois, are deceptive enough to make trouble.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Page 397: mou_0003<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2919\" style=\"width: 605px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2919\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2919\" src=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0013.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"595\" height=\"1000\" srcset=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0013.jpg 595w, http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/mou_0013-178x300.jpg 178w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 595px) 100vw, 595px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-2919\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, illus. 4.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><br \/><br \/>Imagine an artist\u2019s state of mind when a mountaineer said to him, \u201cYour little old woman \u2018s the stoutest I ever saw,\u201d or a clergyman\u2019s on hearing himself described as \u201cthe commonest preacher,\u201d or a teacher\u2019s when the mountain people exclaimed, \u201cYou don\u2019t care to work.\u201d Nevertheless, these were compliments. Translated, they become: \u201cYour charming wife is very athletic,\u201d \u201cYou preach so that every one understands you,\u201d \u201cYou are not afraid of work.\u201dAt a box-party (not theatrical) a girl from Denver said to a mountain lad, \u201cCome and talk to me.\u201d Shocking! In the mountains this means,\u201dCome and make love to me.\u201d But reflect. Two centuries or thereabouts mountain English has lived withdrawn from the world. On the whole, it has improved. It scorns slang. It is innocent of stereotyped phrases. Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh and in its own individual way. For instance: \u201cI do crave to quit tippin\u2019 the bottle, but I can\u2019t get the consent of my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>May Appalachia forgive me if these examples make the highlander seem queer. Queer he is not. Hear his observations in the cabin or at the mill on grinding day or around the temple of justice during court-week. Few and far between\u2014 hardly noticeable, in fact\u2014are his oddities of speech. Talk ripples on softly, pleasantly, in the verbiage of the rural South, or perhaps of the urban South. Fine little cities dot the mountains. There is Asheville. There is Charleston, West Virginia, to say nothing of Chattanooga. If by \u201cmountaineer\u201d you mean anybody living in Appalachia, then some curious anomalies turn up. Mountaineers thronged to see Mme. Bernhardt ! Our driver on a never-to-be-forgotten trip through the mountains wore low shoes and lavender socks. But the very wilds and deeps of Appalachia afford proof that there are mountaineers and mountaineers. In fiction, however, reference is had to the latter only. In travelers\u2019 tales you meet a homogeneous race of \u201cmountain whites.\u201d Whites, indeed! As if these proud, sensitive, ancestried pioneers had anything in common with the \u201cpo\u2019 white trash!\u201d Come, come, let us keep things separate!<\/p>\n<p>In the eighteenth century \u2014 just when no one knows \u2014 Scotch-Irishmen, a few Germans, and fewer Huguenots entered Appalachia and peopled its valleys. Their tribes increased. Sons of original settlers established themselves on the lower mountain-sides. Their tribes increased in turn. At last even the\u00a0wildest, most inaccessible coves became inhabited. Conditions varied and do still. There is prosperity in the fertile valleys, moderate comfort along the lower mountain-sides, dire and heartbreaking misery here and there in remote fastnesses, illiteracy, too, and sometimes savagery. Moreover, the first-comers were not all alike. Some were farmers, some professional hunters, some adventurers, some fugitives from justice at a time when the law meted out terrible punishment for offenses now considered trivial. Social distinctions of a sort existed at the outset. They have sharpened. In the mountains one hears of \u201cgood stock\u201d and \u201cbad stock.\u201d Repeatedly one hears the warning, \u201cDon\u2019t think we are all alike.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Page 398: mou_0004<br \/>What mortal in his senses would expect them to be? Bloody Gulch, Idaho, is not like Helena, Montana, and there are twice as many people in Appalachia as in the whole length and breadth of the Rockies. Cape-Codders are not like New-Yorkers, and Appalachia is bigger than New England, New York, and Delaware combined. Nevertheless, I will risk showing you a typical mountain region\u2014typical in that it sums up pretty nearly all the mountain conditions to be found anywhere. \u201cBack\u201d your horse, say your prayers, fix your last thoughts upon your family. We are off. Along roads splendidly wide and along roads so narrow that when two vehicles meet one stops, sheds its horses, tips up on its side, sheds its uppermost wheels, and lets the other vehicle go by; along roads blasted from the very rock, and roads that are more like cornices, and some that follow a creek, now on this side, now on that, fording it every few rods. Presently the creek is the road; splash, splash, goes your horse, up-stream or down, for perhaps a hundred yards. But look! listen! Yonder a train piled high with logs pants along a narrow-gage railway. Though logging will cease by and by, the narrow-gage will remain.<\/p>\n<p>Such, in sober fact, are these \u201cimpassable\u201d mountains. Automobiles come, and motorcycles. Forty-five miles from a railroad a circus appeared. Mountaineers still point out trees to which the elephants were chained. A single county in a single year voted ninety thousand dollars for good roads. If I hesitate to recommend the mountains as a continuous speedway for Sybarites, if I admit that in wet weather wheels sometimes go axle-deep, and if I report trails through wild gorges where no road could live a month and lost fastnesses without even a trail, I am only proving what I set out to. Mountain neighborhoods differ. The bridges show it as clearly as the roads. One sees primitive foot-logs, just as the novelists say. As the novelists avoid saying, there are also bridges of concrete and steel. Strange enough such modernities look in a landscape strewn with \u201ctypical mountain homes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ah, those \u201ctypical homes!\u201d Window-less, one-room horrors, with open chinks between the logs and with chimneys either of stone or of sticks and mud. Well may the inhabitant \u201csit in the chimbly an\u2019 spit outdoors\u201d\u2014save for one fairly important detail; that is, nobody lives there. Abandoned for years, these \u201ctypical homes\u201d enjoy at present the status of ruins. To see such hovels inhabited, (and they still are in many an unfortunate neighborhood) you must generally force your way to some aery of a place peopled by the submerged. If this sounds paradoxical, never mind. The higher, up you go, the lower down you get.<\/p>\n<p>Then what, in common honesty, is a \u201ctypical mountain home\u201d? We pass two-story frame-houses, set side toward the road, an exposed brick chimney at each end. We pass commodious log dwellings with lace curtains at the windows and flowers blooming in the dooryard. We pass cottages which, given the gingerbread frivolities they lack, might suit a vacationist. It sounds incredible, but we pass three huge, pillared mansions. The type? None exists. Nor can you find anywhere the \u201ctypical mountaineers\u201d ranged in stiff rows before their dwellings and making the \u201ctypical\u201d sour faces.<\/p>\n<p>They do it systematically in the photographs, and very oddly it strikes one to see them about their business in real life, swinging terrible, Roman-looking, double-edged axes, or strolling the wilderness, rifle on shoulder, or toiling at farm-work on slopes so precipitous that a man may \u201cbreak his leg falling out of his cornfield,\u201d and the only way to plant is \u201cwith a shot-gun from the opposite slope.\u201d No nonsense can exaggerate. In such places a wheeled vehicle is useless; nothing but the low wooden sledge will keep right side up. To think that men till these cruelly upturned acres and still have a ready smile and greeting for the \u201cfurriner\u201d! Gentle, winning, and hospitable, they hail you with a \u201cHowdy, stranger! Light<\/p>\n<p>Page 399: mou_0005<br \/>an\u2019 set. What mought your name be? What mought your business be?\u201d Between women the exchange of civilities may begin: \u201cHow old be you? Be you married? How many children have you got? I hain\u2019t got but ten, myself. Hit seems like a body ought to have at least a dozen.\u201d Forthwith they invite you to stay all day, which leads to your staying all night, which leads to your staying half the next day. It requires no tact to get into a mountain home, but it takes both genius and self-denial to get out.<br \/>Although fortune has acquainted me with several good dinners (in the mountains \u201cseveral\u201d means \u201cmany\u201d), a dinner at Paul Jefferson\u2019s ranks with the best. As for Paul, think of John Burroughs, John Muir, John Burns; then shut your eyes, and you will see that magnificent patriarch.<\/p>\n<p>What a host is Paul! What a hostess is Mrs. Paul! She will spin for you, smiling as she spins. She will weave. She will present you to Ann of the rosy cheeks (a living Perugino) and to \u201cblossom-eyed\u201d Elizabeth and to half a dozen stalwart sons. In college togs instead of homespun suits, immense black slouch hats, and leather leggings, they would pass for nabobs.<\/p>\n<p>Exceptional all this? Such a household would be exceptional anywhere. But choose a log cabin at random, the poorest, even. You will meet the same geniality, the same gentility. However, you will miss the glowing faces. With privation and hardship come premature wrinkles. Much that seems to indicate longevity among the mountaineers indicates only the early havoc of youth. There goes a story about a \u201cfurriner\u201d who found an old, old man weeping by the roadside.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy do you weep?\u201d inquired the stranger. The \u201cold, old\u201d man replied:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDaddy whipped me for sassing grandma.\u201d It is a foolish yarn, confessedly, yet not without its specious grain of truth. The haggard, wrinkled countenances you see in photographs belong often to mountaineers whom struggle, not time, has aged.<\/p>\n<p>Nevertheless, the impression one gets in the mountains is of a race exceptionally strong and energetic. Their farms languish, but not by reason of \u201cshiftlessness.\u201d Antiquated methods, a depleted soil, and the interminably long road to market keep agriculture in the doldrums, or frequently do, and the mountaineer content \u201cjist to rock along.\u201d He works off his surplus vitality by tracking a fox; he climbs three successive ranges to visit a friend; he stays out till dawn if a possum invites, and tramps home re-freshed. During the Spanish War the tallest, heaviest soldiers came from the mountains. Revolutionary patriots marched to Massachusetts in twenty-one days. During the War of 1812 mountaineers reached New Orleans without weapons, but in such spirits that they declared, \u201cWe\u2019ll foller them Tennesseeans into battle, and every time one falls, we\u2019ll jist inherit his gun.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Theoretically, mountain life fosters health; practically, it is sometimes fairer to say that health survives despite mountain life. Hair-lifting tales one hears of three-year-olds munching tobacco, of infants dosed with whisky (\u201cMaw she drinks hit,<\/p>\n<p>Page 400: mou_0006<br \/>too, an\u2019 gives hit to the baby to see hit act quar\u201d) ; and in isolated cases such tales may be true. Whole districts lack a physician to teach even the a-b-c\u2019s of hygiene; certain others \u201csuffer less from the absence of physicians than from their presence.\u201d In the least-favored regions cookery kills at forty paces. After a meal in a cabin twelve miles from nowhere, Mr. Horace Kephart wrote passionately, \u201cWhat the butcher ruined the cook damned.\u201d Yet I challenge Christendom to produce a finer, hardier, wirier stock than these highlanders.<\/p>\n<p>Or a more interesting stamp of character. Lincoln\u2019s parents were Appalachians. So were Daniel Boone, David Crockett, Sam Houston, Andrew Jackson, James K. Polk, Andrew Johnson, \u201cStonewall\u201d Jackson, and Admiral Farragut, not to mention such notables as General Love, Congressman Green Adams, Governor Woodward, and Justices Samuel F. Miller and William Pitt Ballinger of the United States Supreme Court. What a showing by the region for which Senator Blackburn prescribed dynamite!<\/p>\n<p>The honorable gentleman objected quite properly to feuds. Yet feuds, too, were honorable. A heritage from Scotland, they continued among clans that are \u201cstill living in the eighteenth century.\u201d Men slew for conscience sake. Even the occasional crime of violence outside the vendetta counties has its honorable points. Unwritten law not only permits a mountaineer to avenge wrong, but requires him to. Unhappily, \u201cmountain dew\u201d will sometimes bring down vengeance too hastily in this \u201cland of sunshine and of \u2018moonshine.&#8217;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Personally, I detest moonshine (what little there is of it to detest), but respect moonshiners. Middle-Westerners turn corn into hog to make it portable; with the same object a very limited class of mountaineers turn corn into whisky. In districts where it would cost more than the corn is worth to get it to market \u201cblockade\u201d goes out at a profit on the \u201cblockader\u2019s\u201d back. Tourists, even remarkably good tourists, hoodwink the customs officer if they can. Rebelling against what appears to them an oppressive law, moonshiners outwit a revenue officer if they can. At a pinch they may shoot. Oftener, when \u201cketched,\u201d they jeer the marshal. Quoth \u201cAtch\u201d Young (christened Achilles, but subsequently abbreviated): \u201cSay, Captain, hit tuck a heap of elbow grease to get that still set up, an\u2019 really hit\u2019s a mighty sweet-runnin\u2019 consairn. If hit won\u2019t make hit wuss fer us, let\u2019s run a pint or two before you cut hit up.\u201d From Buck Towner you will hear that \u201cwhen folks get word that the marshals are comin\u2019, they put stuff in hit to pizen hit. The marshals allers do take as much as they want, an\u2019 the pizen makes \u2019em so they cain\u2019t crawl around for over a week.\u201d One blockader regularly exacts tribute for betraying a still. Aside, sotto voce: the still is his own.<\/p>\n<p>Were moonshine particularly plentiful,\u2014and the novelists imply that it trickles from the very tree-trunks, anywhere and everywhere,\u2014a \u201cfotched-on furriner\u201d like yourself might fancy the mountaineers quite habitually drunken. On the contrary, they are quite habitually \u201cnice.\u201d Dare I say it? They are curiously like the rest of us. They have their faults, not worse than ours. They have also their shining virtues.<\/p>\n<p>Mountain ethics present some oddities now and then, I confess. In certain rare neighborhoods, our Ellen Keys would behold their principles in full operation. But commercialized vice has no foothold among the genuine highlanders. Thieves, tramps, and gunmen are unheard of. Even feudists and moonshiners go faithfully to church. They tell of a highwayman who met a bishop and stripped him of his all. Said the victim:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you think it \u2018s a shame to rob a poor Episcopal bishop?\u201d To which the bandit replied:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat, you an Episcopalian? Take your money! I\u2019m an Episcopalian, myself.\u201d Remarkable, very, on the part of a highwayman who never existed! I can go alone anywhere in the mountains. A girl could. As a matter of fact, girls do.<\/p>\n<p>Page 401: mou_0007<br \/>However, such legends die hard. \u201cI drink an\u2019 I swar an\u2019 I\u2019ve killed nine men,\u201d says the hero of another; \u201cbut, thank God, I\u2019ve kept my religion through it all.\u201d To trust the common tale, there yawns a great gap between doctrine and deed. \u201cEmotional, superstitious, unlettered, the mountaineer seeks the \u2018church-house\u2019 as naturally as his bees seek their \u2018bee-gum.\u2019 And just as devoutly.\u201d It sounds logical. It is, nevertheless, a slander. Fifteen Protestant denominations (the mountains have virtually no Catholics) send educated preachers who urge the correlation of faith and works. If a share of the native preachers lack erudition, they have merits of a sort, despite that. Said one far back in the wilderness:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBrethering, you\u2019ll fine my text somers in the Bible, an\u2019 I hain\u2019t a-goin\u2019 to tell you whar; but hit\u2019s thar. Ef you don\u2019t believe hit, you jist take down your Bible an\u2019 hunt twell you fine hit, an\u2019 you\u2019ll fine a heap more that\u2019s good, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>From the cultivated point of view, or the pseudo-cultivated, what a blind leader of the blind! Yet illiteracy is not incompatible with knowledge or ignorance with insight. The mountaineer inherits brains. Among highlanders who can neither read nor write, or among highlanders who at best will ask a school-ma\u2019am to \u201cback\u201d a letter (that is, direct the envelope), you may occasionally find volumes of Horace and Vergil with the names of remote ancestors inscribed therein. Education has lapsed. Mental aptitude has not. It takes brains to make one\u2019s own rifle; it takes brains to make furniture without nails or glue; it takes brains to make hempen-haired \u201cpoppet-dolls\u201d of whittled wood; it takes brains to spin and weave and dye. Mentally, the \u201cfurriner\u201d meets his match in the highlander.<\/p>\n<p>Page 402: mou_0008<br \/>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you sell this miserable patch of ground and get out?\u201d said an intruder in Hell-fer-Sartain. His vis-a-vis replied:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI ain\u2019t so pore \u2018s you think. I don\u2019t own this patch of ground.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>In Europe we love the primitive and unspoiled. In America it shocks, and philanthropy unites with patriotism to bid us \u201cpoke the \u2018eathen out.\u201d Yet how eagerly we once read \u201cLa vie simple\u201d! How we yearn for an escape from artificiality! The mountaineers have found both, and in what a setting, surrounded by scores of lovely, dim, blue peaks! You \u201ccan stand on the summit of Roan and tickle the feet of the angels.\u201d From such a paradise the \u201d \u2018eathen\u201d decline to be poked out. As well ask the Swiss to leave Switzerland!<\/p>\n<p>Some migrate, it is true. Misguidedly, they seek the mill towns, where aristocrats look down on \u201chands.\u201d That stings. \u201cI \u2018m as good as you are,\u201d says the mountaineer, \u201can\u2019 I don\u2019t eat at nobody\u2019s second table.\u201d He grieves to be a \u201chireling.\u201d Opportunity may beckon, promising wealth and its advantages if only he will be patient; but what cares he? Pride, not inertia, inspires his declaration, \u201cI don\u2019t aim to rise above my raisin\u2019.\u201d Back he comes, like as not, reviling the twentieth century, belauding the eighteenth. A mountain woman, getting her first glimpse of our much-vaunted civilization, cried fervently, \u201cI \u2018d rather be a knot in a log on Perilous.\u201d When you have seen Perilous [near Hindman, KY] and felt its charm, you will understand.<\/p>\n<p>Prosperous farmers lack the incentive to migrate; poverty-stricken farmers lack the means. Where barter prevails, and the \u201cleast\u201d child carries an egg to the store for an egg\u2019s-worth of candy, a family may go a year without handling ten dollars in money. Move? Start afresh elsewhere? It is out of the question.<\/p>\n<p>Given a chance at education, young mountaineers will deign to \u201crise above their raisin\u2019.\u201d They make insatiable students. The youthful Lincoln, doing sums on a snow-shovel in a log cabin, was not more determined, though it disgusts a mountain lad to be everlasting sentimentalized over as an Abraham Lincoln in embryo. Like Lincoln, he has the saving grace of humor. Indeed, I should think him perfect, and his sister, also, were it not for the haunting mockery of a scene I look back to as the prettiest I ever witnessed in Appalachia.<\/p>\n<p>Around me the snow-decked wilderness a-gleam with enchanting sunshine. Below me the clouds. Among the laurel swift, darting flames that were redbirds. Everywhere a stillness broken only by our houses\u2019 footfalls. Then, at a turn of the trail, laughter and merry greetings from half a dozen blue-uniformed school-girls on their way home, suitcases in hand, for the Christmas holidays. Forth they go, these young mountaineers, and back they come for vacation. As a rule, that is all. Observe, I am not generalizing too broadly, I say a rule. In my criticism, I reflect the opinion of mountain teachers themselves. Too often the schools drain the mountains of the brightest sons and daughters of the most ambitious families. Fitted definitely for success in the big world outside, and given no definite equipment whatever for success in the highlands, they drift to the cities. Take Ben Wentworth\u2019s case. A promising young business man, he is an asset to Birmingham. Yet consider the loss to Possum Trot!<\/p>\n<p>I pass no censure upon Ben. Nothing he learned at school would have enabled him to wrest more than a bare subsistence from the soil of Possum Trot. I pass no censure upon the school. It followed a time-honored tradition in regarding education not as an uplift, and as social uplift at that, but as the merest rescue-work. It saved Ben from the mountains. It let the mountains slide.<\/p>\n<p>There are mountains in Appalachia that can safely be let slide. There are regions enviably prosperous. But on the other hand, there are regions that shriek to high heaven for uplift. Think of trachoma and no doctor. Think of a broken leg, and three days in a makeshift ambulance.<\/p>\n<p>Page 403: mou_0009<br \/>Think of typhoid and tuberculosis, with no one to hint at prevention or cure. Think of district schools closed seven months in the year, if district schools there be, and pupils unable to read after several terms of so-called instruction. Think of squalor and misery and aching deprivation. Three hundred thousand mountaineers, adding one luckless neighborhood to another, live in wretchedness unspeakable. Our kinsmen, mind you; not hyphenates, but descendants of the original Americans. Appalachia furnished the rear-guard of the Revolution. It is through no fault of theirs that the three hundred thousand have fallen on evil days. It is the work of isolation.<\/p>\n<p>Little by little isolation gives way before industrial inroads. New railways come. Lumbermen attack remote forests. Coal is discovered. Electrical engineers plan the damming of streams, the building of powerhouses. Resorts bring loiterers from highland and lowland. But contact with the outer world brings dangers as well as benefits. No one who has the future of Appalachia at heart wants to see it either invaded or evacuated. Everyone who has the future of Appalachia at heart wants to see it brought into its own. It ought from the first to have been a sovereign commonwealth. Failing that, it was gerrymandered among nine separate States, affording an admired, but neglected, back yard to each.<\/p>\n<p>Lost tribes I call these mountaineers. Lost to America, I mean: several millions of our best people shut away whereas a race they contribute little or nothing to our modern progress. Individual persons emerge, it is true. Here and there a thriving town springs up, to link itself with America. Yet for the most part Appalachia lives in solitary confinement; in cold storage almost. And while a pre-Revolutionary America within an America is interesting and romantic and a joy to our novelists, solitary confinement and cold storage involve the handicapping of abilities. They insulate genius. They insulate talent. Both are as common in Appalachia as elsewhere. Both are waste material and remain so except as some random fortuity provides the outlet.<\/p>\n<p>A vicious circle obtains. Without prosperity, no opportunity. Without opportunity, no prosperity. All praise, then, to the new leaders who have set about breaking that circle. They intend that hereafter the Ben Wentworths shall re-<\/p>\n<p>Page 404: mou_010<br \/>turn to Possum Trot. They will fit them to return and to succeed after they have returned. They are teaching them modern farming, the principles of improved housing, the niceties of enlightened hygiene. They are teaching them to teach others. They have adopted and applied the maxim of George Ade, \u201cWhen uplifting, get underneath.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey need n\u2019t send missionaries to us,\u201d say the highlanders; \u201cwe ain\u2019t no heathen.\u201d No, and neither are these new leaders missionaries in any sense hither-to known. Money from denominational coteries supports them, to be sure, but they aim to abolish missions by bringing prosperity so that the mountaineers will before long have their own churches, their own schools. The motive is less benevolent than patriotic. It would \u201cinduct Appalachia into the Union\u201d not for Appalachia\u2019s sake, but for the Union\u2019s. Their spirit resembles Dr. George T. Winston\u2019s when he addressed a returning governor of North Carolina.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSir,\u201d said he, \u201cour welcome is largely selfish. We do not welcome you to our midst; we welcome ourselves to yours.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">FOR ADDITIONAL SCRAPBOOK SELECTIONS<br \/>SEE<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=14411\">SCRAPBOOK BEFORE 1929 GUIDE<\/a><br \/>SCRAPBOOK BEFORE 1929<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<table id=\"table1\" style=\"width: 100%;\" border=\"0\" width=\"90%\" cellspacing=\"4\" cellpadding=\"7\" bgcolor=\"#FDEBC6\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Title<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\"><strong>\u201cThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes\u201d<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Creator<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Rollin Lynde Hartt<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Alt. Creator<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">John Wolcott Adams\u00a0(Illustrator)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Identifier<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Permalink:\u00a0<span id=\"sample-permalink\" tabindex=\"-1\">http:\/\/staging.pinemountainsettlement.net\/?page_id=2903<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Subject Keyword<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School ; mountaineers ; Rollin Lynde Hartt ; John Wolcott Adams ; Southern Appalachians ; lowlanders ; highlanders ; Shaksperian English ; moonshiners ; log cabins ; idiosyncrasies ; mountain English ; pioneers ; Scotch-Irishmen ; Germans ; Huguenots ; farmers; hunters ; adventurers ; fugitives ; narrow-gauge railways ; roads ; bridges ; houses\u00a0; Paul Jefferson ; gentility ; Horace Kephart ; physicians ; character ; feuds ; moonshine ; \u00a0whisky ; revenue officers ; Achilles Young ; Buck Towner ; marshals ; blockaders ; mountain ethics ; religion ; Protestants ; preachers ; illiteracy ; education ; mental aptitude ; philanthropy ; patriotism ; migration ; mountain women ; poverty ; bartering ; students ; mountain beauty ; teachers ; Ben Wentworth ; district schools ; isolation ; industrialization ; insulation ;\u00a0Appalachia ;\u00a0mountains ; Kentucky ; schools ; settlement schools ; mountain life ; language ; poor whites ; urban South ; rural South ; farming ; vernacular architecture ; transportation ; dialects ; figures of speech ; social life and customs ; Appalachian region ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Subject LCSH<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Settlement Schools \u2014 Harlan County \u2014 Kentucky.<br \/>Pine Mountain Settlement School \u2014 Harlan\u00a0 County \u2014 Kentucky.<br \/>Education, Rural \u2014 Kentucky \u2014 Case studies.<br \/>Big Stone Gap \u2014 VA.<br \/>Appalachians (People)<br \/>English language \u2014 Spoken English \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern.<br \/>English language \u2014 Dialects \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern \u2014 Glossaries,\u00a0vocabularies, etc.<br \/>Mountain\u00a0life \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern.<br \/>Americanisms \u2014 Appalachian Region, Southern.<br \/>Appalachian Region, Southern \u2014 Description and travel.<br \/>Appalachian Region, Southern \u2014 Social life and customs.<br \/>Figures of\u00a0speech.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Description<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Published as vignette in: \u201cThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes,\u201d by Rollin Lynde Hartt,\u00a0<em>The\u00a0Century\u00a0Magazine.\u00a0<\/em>January 1918.\u00a0New York (95:3): pp. 395-403.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Publisher<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\"><em>The\u00a0Century\u00a0Magazine.\u00a0<\/em>January 1918.\u00a0(95:3): pp. 395-403.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Contributor<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">n\/a<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Date<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Date of article: January 1918 ; Date digital:\u00a02008-10-10;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Type<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Text ; image ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Format<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Article removed from original publication.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Source<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Series 27:\u00a0Scrapbooks, Albums, Gathered Notes<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Language<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">English<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Relation<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Series 27:\u00a0Scrapbooks, Albums, Gathered Notes ; See\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/toto.lib.unca.edu\/collections\/periodicals.htm\">http:\/\/toto.lib.unca.edu\/collections\/periodicals.htm<\/a>\u00a0for additional periodicals in the same genre.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Coverage Temporal<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">1918 ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"27%\">Coverage Spatial<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"69%\">Southern Appalachian mountains ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Rights<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Any display, publication or public use must credit Pine Mountain Settlement School, Pine Mountain, KY. Copyright retained by the authors of certain items in the collection, or their descendants, as stipulated by United States copyright law.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Donor<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Virtual<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Acquisition<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">n\/a<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Citation<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Pine Mountain Settlement School Collection, Pine Mountain, KY.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Processed by<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Helen Hayes Wykle ; Ann Angel Eberhardt ;<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Last updated<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">\n<p><em>2008-10-10hhw ; 2013-11-11 hhw ; 2014-07-08aae ; 2020-06-11 hhw;\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Sources\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Hartt, Rollin Lynde.\u00a0\u201cThe Mountaineers Our Own Lost Tribes.\u201d\u00a0The\u00a0Century\u00a0Magazine.\u00a0January 1918. New York (95:3): pp. 395-403.\u00a0Series 27:\u00a0Scrapbooks, Albums, Gathered Notes. Pine Mountain Settlement School Collection, Pine Mountain, KY. Archival material.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Hartt, Rollin Lynde. The Man himself<\/em> 1924<br \/><br \/>Hartt, Rollin Lynde. Scopes Trial: What Lies Beyond Dayton&#8221; July 22, 1925 <em>The Nation<\/em><br \/><br \/>Hartt, Rollin Lynde. I&#8217;d Like to Show You Harlem!&#8221;. <em>The Independent<\/em>. April, 1921. p. 334-.<br \/><br \/>Hartt, Rollin Lynde<em>. Confessions of a Clergyman<\/em>.\u00a0 McBride, Nast &amp; company, 1915.<br \/><br \/>Hartt, Rollin Lynde<em>. The People at Play<\/em>. Houghton Mifflin, 1909.<br \/><br \/>Hartt, Rollin Lynde.<em> Understanding the French<\/em>. McBride, Nast &amp; Company, 1914.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"width: 5%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"5%\">Bibliography<\/td>\n<td style=\"width: 15%;\" valign=\"top\" width=\"15%\">Hartt, Rollin L, and John W. Adams.\u00a0<em>The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes.<\/em>\u00a0New York: Century Co, 1918. Print.\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Hartt, Rollin L.\u00a0<em>New York the National Stepmother.<\/em>\u00a0NY: The Century Company, 1917. Illus. by Lester G. Hornby. 13pp Extract salvaged from a damaged issue of<em>\u00a0The Century Magazine<\/em>, Volume 93, No. 3, January, 1917. Print.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Hartt, Rollin L.\u00a0<i>Rollin Lynde Hartt Papers<\/i>. 1896. Print.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Hartt, Rollin L.\u00a0<i>The Woman Physician: Has She Arrived After Her Long and Adventurous Struggle<\/i>. New York: Century Co, 1927. Print.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">Levy, Felice D. \u201cHartt, Rollin Lynde: 72.\u201d\u00a0<i>Obituaries on File<\/i>. (1979). Print.<\/p>\n<p align=\"LEFT\">The Man himself 1924<br \/>&#8220;Scopes Trial: What Lies Beyond Dayton&#8221; July 22, 1925 The Nation<br \/>&#8220;I&#8217;d Like to Show You Harlem!&#8221;. The Independent. April, 1921. p. 334-.<br \/>Confessions of a Clergyman. Rollin Lynde Hartt. McBride, Nast &amp; company, 1915.<br \/>The People at Play. Rollin Lynde Hartt. Houghton Mifflin, 1909.<br \/>Understanding the French. Rollin Lynde Hartt. McBride, Nast &amp; Company, 1914.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pine Mountain Settlement SchoolSeries 27: Scrapbooks, Albums, Gathered Notes SCRAPBOOK BEFORE 1929:R.L. Hartt, \u201cThe Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes\u201d 1918 The Mountaineers: Our Own Lost Tribes, illus. 1. 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