Nonfiction | December 01, 1987
An End of Loving The Land
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For as long as I have been acquianted there, more than half my life now, people of that country neighborhood have nurtured their idea of the panther.
No one I’ve ever known has actually seen the creature. But nearly everyone has a relative or friend who knows a man–nameless, perhaps, but not to be disbelieved–who only last week met the thing in the lights of his pickup truck on some night lane as it bounded across between two fingers of the woods
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