440 HIGHWAYS AND BYWAYS
girls of remote mountain covers, part of which they pay for by working in the i
kitchen, the laundry, the garden, or on the farm. Sixteen buildings, from one- P0
quarter mile to two miles apart, house the students. Academic work is carried M'
through the eighth grade and a course is offered for prospective teachers, Exten- cai
sion work has been carried into the surrounding district; two smaller centers, 12 mf
miles apart, provide medical care and other community services. tw
At BAXTER, 134.5 m., is a monument 12 feet high, made of blocks its
of coal from the 45 mines in Harlan County. gal
A resident of Harlan County for many years was Aunt Molly ]ack- b§
son—midwife, composer and singer of ballads—three of whose four hus- W
bands died in mine accidents or from mine diseases. When she was 12 Mi
years old, Molly dressed in a costume, blackened her face with charcoal, by
and, with whoops and yells, ran to the neighboring farm to frighten her cn?
playmates. News of Molly’s exploit traveled throughout the county
and it was not long before the sheriff came to arrest the child, on the mi
strength of a law that forbade anyone to wear a mask. Molly was sen- dui
tenced to 10 days in jail and payment of a fine. While in jail, the girl mz
composed a ballad, which she sang to the jailers and to her visitors in EES
order to earn money towards the payment of her fine. Big
The day before Christmas I had some fun Shi
I black my face and took my gun 3;
I went up to Bill Lewis’ and made him run 7
Mr. Cundif turn me loose. · ske
The next Monday morning Bill Lewis got out a writ IRT?.
When I found it out the wind I split otl
It was just three weeks till I came back to Clay SEI
Cotton ’tested me the very next day.
Then I thought my case would be light fab
When Cotton took me before ]udge Right -
For blackin’ my face and putting breeches on. TI,
He listened to me till I told my tale fro
And give me ten days in Mr. Cundif’s jail .
Mr. Cundif turn me loose. 0.4
When I went in jail they thought I was fool
They didn’t offer me a stool
But old Mrs. Cundif treated me kind
Because she thought I had no mind.
Now what she thought I did not care
I know I was just as smart as her ‘
Mr. Cundif turn me loose.
Hello, Mr. Cundif, if you’li open the door 9g_
I won’t put my breeches on no more
Mr. Cundif turn me loose. Ea;