TO FRANCES, MY WIFEIN MEMORY OF THAT BEAUTIFUL SUMMERIN THE OZARK HILLS, WHEN, SO OFTEN,WE FOLLOWED THE OLD TRAIL AROUNDTHE RISE OF MUTTON HOLLOW—THE TRAILTHAT IS NOBODY KNOWS HOW OLD—AND FROMSAMMY’S LOOKOUT WATCHED THEDAY GO OVER THE WESTERN RIDGES.
TO FRANCES, MY WIFE
IN MEMORY OF THAT BEAUTIFUL SUMMERIN THE OZARK HILLS, WHEN, SO OFTEN,WE FOLLOWED THE OLD TRAIL AROUNDTHE RISE OF MUTTON HOLLOW—THE TRAILTHAT IS NOBODY KNOWS HOW OLD—AND FROMSAMMY’S LOOKOUT WATCHED THEDAY GO OVER THE WESTERN RIDGES.