There is something of Laura Krey's And Tell of Time in this thoroughly realistic, unsentimental story of the Old South. Here is no ""moonlight and honeysuckle"" aura, but rather an intimate picture of the Whetstones, and particularly of Yarbrough Whetstone, heir to the grille-trimmed mansion and the worn out acres of a South Carolinian plantation, and of his girl bride, Gerda van Ifort, born and raised in a Dutch settlement in the North. It is Yarbrough's restlessness and Gerda's courage that take them away from the easy path to the hardships of making new land among alien Indians in the wilderness of Alabama. It is the story of a great love --of stormy lapses -- of inheritance following strange paths, in their children and their children's children. It is a lusty book, a book that is not intended for the squeamish or the conservatives. The war plays a comparatively minor part; rather is it the story of the making of a land and a people. Gerda has a terrific vitality; her daughter, Lucinda, is cruelly set upon her own path, while her mother sees to her husband and her sons. The story is overlong; at times the glut of characters is confusing; but all in all, the interest holds. The picture of ""foundation stones"" is not a pretty one.