[ Never before had the ring of an ax echoed in Silent Valley ][ "See all fools ain't dead yit," he observed ][ The memory of that race for life is still vividly terrifying ][ Every fall I watched Mr. and Mrs. Peg at their repairs ][ They turned tail and came racing back, straight toward me ][ Out of the dust of years, we dug the history of a buried past ]A MOUNTAIN BOYHOODCHAPTER ONEGOING WEST