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PO' SANDY

On the northeast corner of my vineyard in central North Carolina, and fronting on the Lumberton plank-road, there stood a small frame house, of the simplest construction.  It was built of pine lumber, and contained but one room, to which one window gave light and one door admission.  Its weather-beaten sides revealed a virgin innocence of paint.  Against one end of the house, and occupying half it width, there stood a huge brick chimney: the crumbling mortar had left large cracks between the bricks; the bricks themselves had begun to scale off in large flakes, leaving the chimney sprinkled with unsightly blotches.  These evidences of decay were but partially concealed by a creeping