Sometime in the sleep of every year, between the browning of the oaks and the first greening of the spring wild grasses, that country flamed.
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A trip to the Ozarks in 1910 has left us a unique record of a people by-passed by progress
The Ozarks—a young reporter from Kansas City named Charles Phelps Cushing thought in 1910—were “not stunning Rocky Mountains, just graceful old hills. Read more >>