Panther Creek Mountain: The Big Adventure

Synopsis

ADVENTURES ON PANTHER CREEK
MOUNTAIN
On a dark night on the ridge of Panther Creek
Mountain, Clay, 11, and Luke, 9, watched their
room light up as lightning flashed through the
window of their attic bedroom in their little cabin
home. The driving rain hammered the tin roof with
a sound that was deafening. It was magical. Clay and
Luke snuggled beneath the covers as the thunder
crashed, then silence. The boys heard a panther
scream somewhere in the mountain, answered by the
scream of a second panther. They thought that it
sounded like the blood-curdling screams of a
woman.

Last spring, the boys’ cousin, Sally Jane, moved
into a cabin just up the road from the boys with her
mama, Aunt Olive. Sally Jane is the same age as
Luke. She also watched the lightning in her bedroom
and heard the panthers scream. Just like the boys,
Sally Jane thought the sound of the panther’s scream
was an exciting part of mountain life.

World War II was over and things had settled
down across the nation as well as up on the ridge.
Times were improving for everyone. The ridge on
Panther Creek Mountain was a community of half a
dozen families of modest means. They did not have
electricity or running water in their homes. In the
evenings the kids read by the light of oil lamps and
used outhouses when they had to go to the
bathroom.

Once a week everyone in the family took baths in
a big galvanized laundry tub near the woodburning
stove in the kitchen. The water came from
the spring up on the hill behind the cabin.

The kids were on their own during the summers.
They spent the days in their tree house, exploring the
woods, streams, caves and the ponds, as well as river
rafting. They discovered a cave that they were
sure had been the hiding place for Bank Robbers in
years past. They were sometimes in danger when they
found wild animals in the woods.

Every Synopsis

ADVENTURES ON PANTHER CREEK
MOUNTAIN
On a dark night on the ridge of Panther Creek
Mountain, Clay, 11, and Luke, 9, watched their
room light up as lightning flashed through the
window of their attic bedroom in their little cabin
home. The driving rain hammered the tin roof with
a sound that was deafening. It was magical. Clay and
Luke snuggled beneath the covers as the thunder
crashed, then silence. The boys heard a panther
scream somewhere in the mountain, answered by the
scream of a second panther. They thought that it
sounded like the blood-curdling screams of a
woman.

Last spring, the boys’ cousin, Sally Jane, moved
into a cabin just up the road from the boys with her
mama, Aunt Olive. Sally Jane is the same age as
Luke. She also watched the lightning in her bedroom
and heard the panthers scream. Just like the boys,
Sally Jane thought the sound of the panther’s scream
was an exciting part of mountain life.

World War II was over and things had settled
down across the nation as well as up on the ridge.
Times were improving for everyone. The ridge on
Panther Creek Mountain was a community of half a
dozen families of modest means. They did not have
electricity or running water in their homes. In the
evenings the kids read by the light of oil lamps and
used outhouses when they had to go to the
bathroom.

Once a week everyone in the family took baths in
a big galvanized laundry tub near the woodburning
stove in the kitchen. The water came from
the spring up on the hill behind the cabin.

The kids were on their own during the summers.
They spent the days in their tree house, exploring the
woods, streams, caves and the ponds, as well as river
rafting. They discovered a cave that they were
sure had been the hiding place for Bank Robbers in
years past. They were sometimes in danger when they
found wild animals in the woods.

Every day was an adventure for Clay, Luke
and Sally Jane as they experienced the wonders of
living on an Appalachian Mountain Ridge in 1951.
Come along and join them as school ends and
summer begins for the kids on Panther Creek
Mountain.

day was an adventure for Clay, Luke
and Sally Jane as they experienced the wonders of
living on an Appalachian Mountain Ridge in 1951.
Come along and join them as school ends and
summer begins for the kids on Panther Creek
Mountain.

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