Charles Neville Buck, The Call of the Cumberlands
“ She rose and searched vainly through the bushes of the hillside where the rock ran out from the woods. She lifted her skirts and splashed her bare feet in the shallow creek water, wading persistently up and down. Her shyness was forgotten. The groan was a groan of a human creature in distress, and she must find and succor the person from whom it came.Certain sounds are baffling as to direction. A voice from overhead or broken by echoing obstacles does not readily betray its source. ”
