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Eugenia Dunlap Potts
Eugenia Dunlap Potts (1840–1912) was an American writer and poet known for her works of historical fiction and her contributions to Southern literature. She authored several books, including "The Song of Lancaster" and "A Kentucky Girl in Dixie," which focused on life in the South during the Civil War. Potts was born in Kentucky and her writings often reflect her regional pride and Southern heritage. Beyond fiction, she also wrote for various periodicals, sharing essays and poems.
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The Old South Read Before the Lexington Chapter U.D.C., February 14, 1909,By Eugenia Dunlap Potts, Historian. No pen or brush can picture life in the old Southern States in the ante-bellum days. The period comprehends two hundred and fifty years of history without a parallel. A separate and distinct civilization was there represented, the like of which can never be reproduced. Socially, intellectually,...
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A Thrilling Experience MIGHT vs. RIGHT It is some years since I was station-master, telegraph-operator, baggage-agent and ticket seller at a little village near some valuable oil wells. The station-house was a little distance from the unpretentious thoroughfare that had grown up in a day, and my duties were so arduous that I had scarcely leisure for a weekly flitting to a certain mansion on the hill...
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CANTO I.PRIMEVAL DAYS. Hear a song of ancient story, Of a city on a hillside, Of the valleys all about it, Of the forest and the wildwood, Of the deer that stalked within it, And the birds that flew above it, And the wolves and bears around it, Sole possessors and retainers Of the silent territory. Hear the song of its high mountains Of its gushing rills and streamlets, Of its leaping, rolling rivers,...
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