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There is nothing so refreshing to a weary mountaineer, as a cup of hot coffee. Often afterwards these travellers, overcome with toil, mourned the loss of their favorite beverage. Kit Carson had made such efforts in the water, that in the morning he was found quite sick. Another of the party also was disabled.
As he made his way through the dense woods, the metallic tones of a cow-bell jangled on the air, melodious sound in the forest quiet, but it conjured up a scowl on the face of the young mountaineer. "Everything on this hyar mounting hev got the twistin's ter-day!" he exclaimed wrath-fully.
The man was bound up the steep trail toward Madge's cabin. Presently he heard him calling. He went slowly up the trail, himself. The girl came quickly from her cabin in answer to the shouting of the mountaineer. "What is it, Joe?" she asked. "I want a word with you. I've come a purpose," Lorey answered sullenly. The girl was almost frightened by his manner.
The young mountaineer who had led the perilous way through the chained door was gone! Zaidos, keeping his face as free from interest and expression as he could, stood stiffly at attention while the count was made and questions put to the men. As luck would have it, Zaidos was asked but one thing. Had he seen the fellow on his pallet before he himself went to bed? He answered honestly that he had.
"Yes, Jack," she said tremulously. For a moment he stood in silence, his face half-turned, his teeth hard on his indrawn lip thinking. There was nothing of the mountaineer about him now. He was clean-shaven and dressed with care June saw that but he looked quite old, his face seemed harried with worries and ravaged by suffering, and June had suddenly to swallow a quick surging of pity for him.
The mountaineer is averse to cold water and sparing with hot. It was presumed that we shared this prejudice. Frost still hung thick on the stubble and the mists lingered in the valleys when we climbed into our saddles and trailed out to inspect one of the tracts in which we were interested.
Had Samson made gratifying purchases, he might have seen nothing, but it occurred to the mountaineer, just as he was counting money from a stuffed purse, that it would perhaps be wiser to wait and consult Lescott in matters of sartorial selection. So, with incisive bluntness, he countermanded his order and made an enemy.
"At all events" the Governor had derived from Callomb much information as to Samson South which the mountaineer himself had modestly withheld "South gets his pardon. That is only a step. I wish I could make him satrap over his province, and provide him with troops to rule it. Unfortunately, our form of government has its drawbacks."
The mountaineer, who had won his title from his great height, towering as he did above every man in the company, nodded drowsily as he settled himself upon the ground. He was lithe and hardy as a young hickory, and his abundant hair was of the colour of ripe wheat.
She peered into its sea-green depths awesomely. It resembled a toothless mouth gaping slowly open, ready enough to swallow her, but too inert to put forth the necessary effort. And the thought reminded her of something. She halted and turned to Bower. "Ought we not to be roped?" she asked. He laughed, with the quiet confidence of the expert mountaineer. "Why?" he cried. "The way is clear.
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