by Cecil Corwin. From Cosmic Science Fiction, Volume 1, Number 3, May 1941. It's a mighty strange yarn that's going around in the hill-billy country. Sorghum says foreigners are "behind the times." UP IN THE FOOTHILLS of the Cumberlands they have something new in the way of folk-lore. If you're lucky and haven't got the professorial gleam in your eye, the tale is unfolded something like this: Sorghum Hackett lived by himself up by Sowbelly Crag, not because he was afraid for his still but because when he was a young man some girl blighted his life by running off to Nashville with a railroad Continue reading