Life, April 2, 1945
Life, July 13, 1942
ABOVE: Hiwasse is set like a small jewel in the gorge of a mountain tributary. Here the woods have turned a faint spring green and the dogwood is not quite full-blown, while over the distant Smokies hangs the familiar haze of the southern highlands.
BELOW: The machines work ceaselessly at Douglas, racing to close the dam in time to impound next spring’s rains. For them there are no shifts. Twenty-four hours a day the cranes lift and wheel, the drills pound, and the cat-wagons slog over the river bottom.