|George Holcomb Prosser Collection|
Pisgah Forest has good roads,
tourists passing do not pause
that trek when roads were tracks
streams and rushed high banks,
We'd been in there the week before,
fishing sure was fine,
At huckleberry time.
'Twas raining as we crept along,
And at a slippery bump,
Where Bill's Ford crossed the hump.
The women and the kids got out,
or give advice,
The mud was slick and nice.
I poured the gasoline to her then
A heading up the track
To stall and then slip back.
Oh, Jack was Just a nipper then,
he could push far,
Beneath the rolling car.
dragged him out, washed off the mud,
were whole and kid? are tough,
We finally made that red clay slope,
beside a barn,
We all were safe from harm.
we fished and loafed along
went wading, women talked,
huckleberry folks came in
And they were loaded