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'Now down through oaks.' Her eyes opened their widest, and she started down gently. 'Something always take a hold of me on this hill-pleads I should stay.' After she got to the top, she turned and gave a full, severe look behind her where she had come. 'Seem like there is chains about my feet, time I get this far,' she said, in the voice of argument old people keep to use with themselves. Down in the hollow was the mourning dove-it was not too late for him. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. I got a long way.' Under her small black-freckled hand her cane, limber as a buggy whip, would switch at the brush as if to rouse up any hiding things. Don't let none of those come running my direction. Keep out from under these feet, little bob-whites. Old Phoenix said, 'Out of my way, all you foxes, owls, beetles, jack rabbits, coons and wild animals!. Now and then there was a quivering in the thicket.
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Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.
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Her skin had a pattern all its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her cheeks were illumined by a yellow burning under the dark.
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She wore a dark striped dress reaching down to her shoe tops, and an equally long apron of bleached sugar sacks, with a full pocket: all neat and tidy, but every time she took a step she might have fallen over her shoelaces, which dragged from her unlaced shoes. This made a grave and persistent noise in the still air that seemed meditative, like the chirping of a solitary little bird. She carried a thin, small cane made from an umbrella, and with this she kept tapping the frozen earth in front of her. She was very old and small and she walked slowly in the dark pine shadows, moving a little from side to side in her steps, with the balanced heaviness and lightness of a pendulum in a grandfather clock.
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Far out in the country there was an old Negro woman with her head tied in a red rag, coming along a path through the pinewoods. It was December-a bright frozen day in the early morning.