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A small mountain boy and his grandfather track an itinerant gift-bringer whose selective presents reveal the patchwork of local meeting-houses and denominational rivalries. Their pursuit and the episodes they witness knit together scenes of village gatherings, tree-trimmings, and quiet acts of kindness, while conversations and encounters explore faith, charity, and communal identity. The narrative moves through reflective vignettes that examine how religious labels shape belonging and generosity, ultimately portraying a community negotiating fairness, tradition, and the spirit of giving amid ordinary hardships.
| “‘We reckoned, Grover Cleveland and me did, that this yer sprigged pattern would be becomin’ to your build’” | Frontispiece |
| FACING PAGE | |
| “The puzzled Dixie had his nose pressed down to an equivocal impression where the sand of the road had spread itself through the weedy border” | 4 |
| “They drew up some benches before the fire and gave themselves to rest and reminiscence” | 47 |
| “‘What be you anyway?’ he asked quaveringly, sinking to a seat upon the log” | 120 |