Authors: Wendell Berry
A Place in Time
Twenty Stories of the
Port William Membership
A Place in Time: Twenty Stories of the Port William Membership
Copyright Â© 2012 by Wendell Berry
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Cover and interior design by David Bullen
The cover painting “Springdale” by Harlan Hubbard is used courtesy of Dr. Robert and Charlotte Candida, with thanks to Meg Shaw.
Map and genealogy designed by Molly O'Halloran.
Genealogy prepared by David S. McCowen.
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In memory of James Baker Hall,
who was the first friend
of the fiction of Port William
In my work I always need help. I have often asked for help, and as often have received it. But being helped, for me, has not been merely a necessity. It is half the pleasure of doing the work.
This book's dedication to James Baker Hall acknowledges a debt that has been accumulating interest for nearly sixty years. My late dear friend Don Wallis read most of these stories and wrote me letters about them that not only improved my writing but were happy events in themselves. Tanya Berry listened to every story in first draft, made the first typescripts, and as always helped me along as critic, editor, and consultant. David Charlton typed the computer versions of every story, and kindly endured my second thoughts, revisions, and additions for what must have seemed to him a time much longer than it actually was. When I became unsure about some technical matters in “The Dark Country” and “A New Day,” David Kline and Jason Rutledge led me to solid ground. And I am grateful indeed for this further step in my long collaboration with Jack Shoemaker of Counterpoint, and with David Bullen.
I give my thanks also to the editors of the magazines in which the stories were first published or reprinted: “The Girl in the Window,” “Fly Away, Breath,” “Andy Catlett: Early Education,” “Drouth,” and “Not a Tear,” in the
“Down in the Valley Where the Green Grass Grows,” “A Burden,” and “Who Dreamt This Dream?” in the
“Burley Coulter's Fortunate Fall,” “The Dark Country,” “A New
Day,” “Mike,” and “An Empty Jacket” in the
; “A Desirable Woman” and “A Place in Time” in the
“Stand By Me” and “Sold” in the
“The Requirement” in
and “At Home” in
“Drouth” also appeared in
. “A New Day” and “Down in the Valley Where the Green Grass Grows” also appeared in
The Draft Horse Journal.
There is as much in that little space within the heart, as there is in the whole world outside. . . .
What lies in that space, does not decay when the body decays, nor does it fall when the body falls.
The Ten Principal Upanishads,
Put into English by Shree Purohit
SwÄmi and W. B. Yeats
Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
A Place in Time
The Girl in the Window
They might as well all have been the same bunch, although they weren't. Sometimes there would be enough gray uniforms or uniform pieces among them to permit them to be identified (perhaps) as Rebels. Sometimes they would be more formally recognizable as Yankees because they would all be dressed in uniforms that would be blue. Sometimes, because of their unlikeness to one another and to any living thing ever before seen in Port William, you couldn't tell who they were. Whoever they were, the town shut itself against them like a terrapin closing its shell. From the yards and porches and storefronts along the single street, people withdrew behind doors. People who had ridden into town in a wagon or on horseback got themselves and their animals out of sight, if they could. Otherwise, they were apt to have to get away on foot, their mules or horses “requisitioned,” and if the younger men could get away at all before being arrested or “recruited.”
The Yankees would be looking for persons disloyal to the Union, a category not clearly defined, or for revenge against perpetrators of disloyal acts, which also were not well-defined or perhaps even definable. The Rebels would be on the lookout for recruits. The others, the self-described irregulars or guerillas, would be actuated, as like as not, by some local grudge going back a long time before the war. All of them, always, were looking for any livestock that could be ridden, worked, or eaten,
that could be eaten, anything usable as a weapon, anything portable that
was worth carrying away, any opportunity for amusing themselves by any of the cruelties available to those who had abjured, seemingly forever, the laws of kinship and friendship and neighborhood.