The Original Original Pre-Hohoff Pre-Capote First Draft

by James Robison



The train glided through great puddles of cool shade thrown by the magnolia and tulip trees on the hardpan red dirt that made my heart swell with elation. There were the pines, green and fragrant. There were the rows of laundry like so many sodden white flags, surrendering on their ropes. And there was the shack where Atticus used to take the girl slaves for a session of “find my hamhock” and, if they had displeased him, a light flogging. Before he and Boo had moved the chiffarobe, in which Gem used to cower, fearing Atticus would teach him another “lesson” about state's rights and the glories of being a neo-Naziā€¦.