As sure as tater time, Jesse Stuart's Appalachian applesauce runnels off into another collection of sweet-to-sticky brief yarns, nine of which, in this one, ain't never before seen the light of day. There's of course, more than one dyin' and a buryin': an old man who withers as his land is taken away; Pop, whose remains are sent off properly by his aged mother who delivered and nursed half the village; a good neighbor who was wafted off in Good Repute; Pa who succumbed to quails weighted with lead. Stuart's pine scented necrophilia also extends to jolly jinks about a Christmas gift of a corpse to a delighted doctor. There are also stories about AWOL natives fleeing from the outside world; courtin' and feuds; tall tales and short shrifts. Sure to slide down easy for those who've read more than one.