Elia Wilkinson Peattie,
A Mountain Woman
“ Though he had always been an unusual worker, he worked now more like a man who was fighting off fate, than a mere toiler for bread. The corn came up beautifully, and far as the eye could reach around their home it tossed its broad green leaves with an oceanlike swelling of sibilant sound. Jim loved it with a sort of passion. Annie loved it, too. Sometimes, at night, when her fatigue was unbearable, and her irritation wearing out both body and soul, she took her little one in her arms and walked among the corn, letting its rustling soothe the baby to sleep. ”
