| Big Tom Wilson, the bear hunter | [Frontispiece] |
| | facing page |
| Map of Appalachia | [8] |
| A family of pioneers in the twentieth century | [16] |
| “The very cliffs are sheathed with trees and shrubs” | [24] |
| At the Post-Office | [32] |
| The author in camp in the Big Smokies | [40] |
| “Bob” | [48] |
| “There are few jutting crags” | [56] |
| The bears’ home—laurel and rhododendron | [64] |
| The old copper mine | [72] |
| “What soldiers these fellows would make under leadership of some backwoods Napoleon” | [80] |
| “By and by up they came, carrying the bear on the trimmed sapling” | [88] |
| Skinning a frozen bear | [96] |
| “... Powerful steep and laurely....” | [104] |
| Mountain still-house hidden in the laurel | [112] |
| Moonshine still, side view | [120] |
| Moonshine still in full operation | [128] |
| Corn mill and blacksmith forge | [136] |
| A tub-mill | [152] |
| Cabin on the Little Fork of Sugar Fork of Hazel Creek in which the author lived alone for three years | [160] |
| A mountain home | [176] |
| Many of the homes have but one window | [192] |
| The schoolhouse | [208] |
| “At thirty a mountain woman is apt to have a worn and faded look” | [216] |
| The misty veil of falling water | [232] |
| An average mountain cabin | [240] |
| A bee-gum | [248] |
| Let the women do the work | [264] |
| “Till the sky-line blends with the sky itself” | [288] |
| Whitewater Falls | [312] |
| The road follows the creek—there may be a dozen fords in a mile | [320] |
| “Dense forest and luxuriant undergrowth” | [336] |
