{"product_id":"2940013378766","title":"THE HEART OF THE HILLS","description":"THE HEART OF THE HILLS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTwin spirals of blue smoke rose on either side of the spur, crept\u003cbr\u003etendril-like up two dark ravines, and clearing the feathery green\u003cbr\u003ecrests of the trees, drifted lazily on upward until, high above,\u003cbr\u003ethey melted shyly together and into the haze that veiled the\u003cbr\u003edrowsy face of the mountain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEach rose from a little log cabin clinging to the side of a little\u003cbr\u003ehollow at the head of a little creek. About each cabin was a\u003cbr\u003erickety fence, a patch of garden, and a little cleared hill-side,\u003cbr\u003erocky, full of stumps, and crazily traced with thin green spears\u003cbr\u003eof corn. On one hill-side a man was at work with a hoe, and on the\u003cbr\u003eother, over the spur, a boy--both barefooted, and both in patched\u003cbr\u003ejean trousers upheld by a single suspender that made a wet line\u003cbr\u003eover a sweaty cotton shirt: the man, tall, lean, swarthy, grim;\u003cbr\u003ethe boy grim and dark, too, and with a face that was prematurely\u003cbr\u003eaged. At the man's cabin a little girl in purple homespun was\u003cbr\u003ehurrying in and out the back door clearing up after the noonday\u003cbr\u003emeal; at the boy's, a comely woman with masses of black hair sat\u003cbr\u003ein the porch with her hands folded, and lifting her eyes now and\u003cbr\u003ethen to the top of the spur. Of a sudden the man impatiently threw\u003cbr\u003edown his hoe, but through the battered straw hat that bobbed up\u003cbr\u003eand down on the boy's head, one lock tossed on like a jetblack\u003cbr\u003eplume until he reached the end of his straggling row of corn.\u003cbr\u003eThere he straightened up and brushed his earth-stained fingers\u003cbr\u003eacross a dullred splotch on one cheek of his sullen set face. His\u003cbr\u003eheavy lashes lifted and he looked long at the woman on the porch--\u003cbr\u003elooked without anger now and with a new decision in his steady\u003cbr\u003eeyes. He was getting a little too big to be struck by a woman,\u003cbr\u003eeven if she were his own mother, and nothing like that must happen\u003cbr\u003eagain.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47147521245424,"sku":"2940013378766","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013378766_p0.jpg?v=1763580500","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013378766","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}