Everhart’s Saints of the South
“There wasn’t one note of singing while women hung out the wash, no chatting over fences, no children shouting in play, not one chant of the alphabet from the schoolroom; silent were the swishing of brooms in yards and absent were the fragrant smells from cook pots…the camp had quietly died, its lifeblood withdrawing, the same way blood withdraws to the center of the body when dying.”
