The Great Tennessee River is being laid by for the spring to come. She lies quiet and still, much of her girth stored for winter. I wandered her banks yesterday, wondering where she is being put up? Twenty feet of her shores are already laid bare and will daily decrease to winter pool. What is left of her will nourish my heart through the coming cold winter until spring, when she will once again fill herself and lazily spread to her summer banks. Happy Thanksgiving, Ole Girl, Mighty Tennessee, wonderful she river; hurry back.
Our first Christmas barge.
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