The following text is adapted from the 1941 nonfiction book Let Us Now Praise Famous Men, with text by James Agee and photographs by Walker Evans. Agee recounts driving a car through an area of rural Alabama that is unfamiliar with.
On which road the woods might give way to any extension of farm country there was no deducing: for we were somewhere toward the middle of one of the wider gaps on the road map, and had seen nothing but woods, and infrequent woods farms, for a good while now.
On which road the woods might give way to any extension of farm country there was no deducing: for we were somewhere toward the middle of one of the wider gaps on the road map, and had seen nothing but woods, and infrequent woods farms, for a good while now.