{"product_id":"2940013522220","title":"MINGO \u0026 AND OTHER SKETCHES IN BLACK AND WHITE","description":"CONTENTS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMINGO: A SKETCH OF LIFE IN MIDDLE GEORGIA\u003cbr\u003eAT TEAGUE POTEET'S: A SKETCH OF THE HOG MOUNTAIN RANGE\u003cbr\u003eA PIECE OF LAND\u003cbr\u003eBLUE DAVE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMINGO: A SKETCH OF LIFE IN MIDDLE GEORGIA\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIN 1876, circumstances, partly accidental and partly sentimental, led\u003cbr\u003eme to revisit Crooked Creek Church, near the little village of\u003cbr\u003eRockville, in Middle Georgia. I was amazed at the changes which a few\u003cbr\u003ebrief years had wrought. The ancient oaks ranged roundabout remained\u003cbr\u003ethe same, but upon everything else time had laid its hand right\u003cbr\u003eheavily. Even the building seemed to have shrunk: the pulpit was less\u003cbr\u003emassive and imposing, the darkness beyond the rafters less mysterious.\u003cbr\u003eThe preacher had grown grey, and feebleness had taken the place of that\u003cbr\u003ephysical vigour which was the distinguishing feature of his\u003cbr\u003einterpretations of the larger problems of theology. People I had never\u003cbr\u003eseen sat in the places of those I had known so well. There were only\u003cbr\u003etraces here and there of the old congregation, whose austere simplicity\u003cbr\u003ehad made so deep an impression upon my youthful mind The blooming girls\u003cbr\u003eof 1860 had grown into careworn matrons, and the young men had\u003cbr\u003edeveloped in their features the strenuous uncertainty and misery of the\u003cbr\u003eperiod of desolation and disaster through which they had passed.\u003cbr\u003eAnxiety had so ground itself into their lives that a stranger to the\u003cbr\u003emanner might well have been pardoned for giving a sinister\u003cbr\u003einterpretation to these pitiable manifestations of hopelessness and\u003cbr\u003eunsuccess.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI had known the venerable preacher intimately in the past; but his\u003cbr\u003eeyes, wandering vaguely over the congregation, and resting curiously\u003cbr\u003eupon me, betrayed no recognition. Age, which had whitened his hair and\u003cbr\u003eenfeebled his voice, seemed also to have given him the privilege of\u003cbr\u003eignoring everything but the grave and the mysteries beyond.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47079566278896,"sku":"2940013522220","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013522220_p0.jpg?v=1763582352","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013522220","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}