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"I often wished I was a bird and could fly away south. I'd dream of running through tall pasture grass with Elsie Blue at my heels."
~Camie McCain, Chapter 1, "Up a Rutted Road"
"Uncle Glen had always told me dogs could smell fear. I wondered if roosters could, too." ~Camie, Chapter 2, "The Rooster"
"I hadn't noticed any bad smells coming from the old hermit. To me, he smelled like the woods—like dampness, old leaves, and fresh air. If he took only two baths a year, wouldn't he stink to high Heaven?" ~Camie, Chapter 3, "The Hermit"
Are the rumors about the old hermit true? Does he live in a barrel out in the woods? Does he bathe only once or twice a year? Are "all manner of vermin" swarming through his clothes and long beard, like Aunt Charlene says?
What ever made Claude become a hermit in the first place? Had some woman jilted him? Did someone hurt his feeling real bad? Had he escaped from jail and come to the mountains to hide out? What if he'd murdered somebody?
Can a channel catfish be taught to play catch ball?
What eternal lesson does Camie learn from a locust (cicada)?
How did Uncle Glen come to be such good friends with Claude?
What's it like to live in a wagon on top of a mountain and go to church three times a day every blessit day for a week?
Does God punish you if you pray the wrong way? Is there a "wrong way"? Can people die because of faulty prayers?
Read Up a Rutted Road for the answers to these and other burning questions.