Kentucky was deep in what it likes best: a feudist political campaign.
Last week, at Mount Sterling, which used to be called Little Mountain Town, the hillmen gathered for the traditional "Court Day''marking the opening of the fall term of the county court. Many were unshaven. Their faces were criss crossed with the wounds of weather. They wore battered hats, carried pistols in their pockets. They sold their tin cans filled with rich sorghum molasses, swapped shotguns, powder horns and hunting dogs, bought snake oil, ax handles and buckets of yams. Into...
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