The changing Afro-American class structure shaped the war and postwar growth of black religious and fraternal organizations in southern West Virginia.

Oh, Nabby, Nabby! do tell me what they are doing up at your church. I’ve seen ’em all day carrying armfulls and armfulls—ever so much—spruce and pine up that way, and Jim Brace and Tom Peters told me they were going to have a ’lumination there, and when I asked what a ’lumination was they only laughed at me and called me a Presbyterian.

[…] Peter trundled a load of watermelons up the hill in his wheelbarrow.

Diana wrinkled her nose in disgust, her tucked-up septum piercing catching the light from the upstairs hallway.