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- Narrator: I remember a day in a hot summer back during the Depression when we all wished Walton's Mountain was a mile higher so its cool shade would reach us sooner. Growing up in those long-gone days, I took for granted the discomfort of a hot summer; but as a novice writer I took it as my duty to question other things, like sin and what made a sinner. Trouble was, no one seemed to agree.