Blackberry winter1934

"Felicity was young and lovely and sorrowful; she had been jilted by Barry Cornelius. So when the eloquent young preacher came along, with his magnetic manner, his speech rather charmingly flavored with the hill dialect, his evangelistic zeal flaming high, she thought the way to happiness was by his side. Down in the wild hills of Ozark country, the city-bred girl learned many things: among them that the frost which hill folk say comes with the blackberry bloom does not always blight the tender buds. Summer always comes. The author's knowledge of the Missouri Ozarks is intimate and this fine novel of romance and adventure is replete with the life, color and atmosphere of the mountains." -- from dust jacket.