ALONG THE RAPPAHANNOCK
“MOVE BACK! Move back!” shouted the sheriff. “They’re about ready to roll!”
The crowd on the shore moved back, but not enough to suit the sheriff. “Do you want to be killed?” he shouted. “Move back!”
The sheriff walked toward the crowd to push some of the people back. He pointed toward the hogsheads, or barrels, of tobacco ready to come rolling down the hill.