Approaching the main traveled road, we turned a corner and saw, over the hill, the white shiningness of the country church. It nestled cosily in a slight hollow, gleaming brightly against the somber background of a cemetery so old that the whiteness and blackness of polished stones had merged into a general greenness, highlighted by two or three new white stones.
"The Hill Church,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 4
, Article 30.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol4/iss2/30