“Before you right now you all see a skinny, knock-kneed gal who not too long ago lived with her aunt up in the hollows, barely making ends meet washing the stained sheets of sick people. But as you folks know, us mountain gals can be tough. We don’t need ourselves any parasols or scented hankies. We can work a plow, milk a cow, shoot a buck, and slaughter a hog as well as any man.” “Wheooo!” It’s a woman giving a mountain whoop.
