In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain

Image, In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain

In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier.

—Robert E. Howard

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