UNIVERSITY EXTENSION IN THE SOUTHERN MOUNTAINS Bv WILLIAM GOODELL FROST, Ph.D. ?3' r-1 Reurinted fro7n The Ontlook of September j", ih HAND MILL /^ University Extension in the Southern Mountains T By William Goodell Frost, Ph.D. 'HE picturesque adventares which we are to describe are somewhat of a satire upon the dio;nified work known as university extension, but they have the same purpose — to bring the best elements of civilization within reach of the people — and they have the primal pedagogic quality of adaptation. To estimate the success of this adaptation we must know the country and the people. How shall the ideas which characterize a modern university be interpreted to the family of a moonshiner on " Hell-fer-sar tin Creek " ? Externally the inhabitants of the Southern mountains are not, at first glance, prepossessing. Their homespun garb, often in tatters, rude speech, and shuffling gait, might lead us to class them with the "poor white trash." But there could be no greater mistake. The landless, luckless " poor white," degraded by actual competition with slave labor, is far removed in spirit from the narrow-horizoned but proud owner of a mountain "boundary." The "poor white " is actually degraded ; the mountain man is a person not yet graded up. The mountaineer is to be regarded as a survival. From this point of view his variations from the regulation type of the American citizen are both inter- esting and instructive. In his speech you will soon detect the flavor of Chaucer ; in his home you shall see the fireside industries of past ages ; his very homicides are an honest sur- vival of Saxon temper — in a word, he is our contemporary ancestor ! The causes which have retarded his development are not far to seek. Take the circle of Southern States east of the great river, and each of them, ex- cept Florida and Mississippi, has a mountain back yard of large propor- tions. Bunched together, these moun- tain fractions constitute one of the largest horseback areas on the globe. From Harper's Ferry to the iron hills of Birmingham, two hundred miles and more in width — " knobs," caves, ridges, forests — stretches this inland empire which we are beginning to rec- ognize by the name of Appalachian America. It has no coast-line like Greece, no arms of the sea like Scotland, no inland lakes or naviga- ble rivers like Switzerland. Is it any wonder that pioneer conditions have lingered in a country where the only highways are the beds of streams ? The whole South has been very slow about " coming to town." The Governor of one of the.ic States recently said that a quarter of the people had never seen the court-house in their own county. And the people on " Ciitshin " or "No Bizness Branch " have a good excuse. Progress must be slow in a land of saddle-bags. Our extension work began with a prelimi- nary tour five years ago. Our mountain guide was an old soldier who had moved to Berea to educate his family. •• Children was all gals — all but the least one — and there was a better show fer 'em to teach in the mountings than to raise craps." He could find some MOUNTAIN GIRLS COMING TO BEREA r >)