The Basket Woman
From the top of the mountain Alan could see all the hills on the other side shouldering and peering down toward the happy valley of Corn Water.
"Here," said the Basket Woman, "my people came of old time in the growing season of the year; they planted corn, and the streams came down from the hills and watered it. Now we, too, will go down."
They went by a winding trail, steep and stony. The pines stood up around and locked them closely in.
"I see smoke arising," said Alan, "blue smoke above the pines."
"It is the smoke of their hearth fires," said the Basket Woman, and they went down and down.
"I hear a sound of singing," said the boy.
"It is the women si