The Hawk's Done Gone

ByMildred Haun
WE are apt to believe that no region of this country, no group of its people, remains unexplored by writers. Yet here is a new writer, with a quiet talent for translating folk speech into beautifully cadenced prose, who introduces us to those dwellers in the remote Smokies in Tennessee who still speak Elizabethan English, still live in centuriesold isolation, as yet little affected by the travelers, teachers, and even antique hunters who now and again penetrate the mountain hollows. These loosely connected stories, told by the granny-woman Mary Dorthula, are as fresh and distinguished an addition to American literature as was The Yearling.