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"She ain't pretty, I know, but she air powerful peart," Birt used to say so often that the phrase became a formula with him. If she were "powerful peart," it was a fact readily apparent only to him, for she was a silent child, with the single marked characteristic of great affection for her eldest brother and a singular pertinacity in following him about.
He tole Nate ez his land war ez steep an' rocky a spot ez thar war in Tennessee from e-end ter e-end. He axed Nate what ailed him ter hanker ter pay taxes on sech a pack o' bowlders an' bresh. He 'lowed the land warn't wuth a cent an acre." "What did Nate say?" asked Birt, who hung with feverish interest on every thoughtless word.
Inquiry developed the fact that the boundaries of Nate's land did not include the salt lick, and his talents as an obstructer were not called into play. The professor was free to dig as he chose for the antique bones he sought, and many a long day did he and Birt spend in this sequestered spot, with the great crags towering above and the darkling vistas of the ravine on either hand.
FAULTS. These sudden drops in the surface, representing local dislocations, are far from unusual: the best examples being the straight wall, or "railroad," west of Birt; that which strikes obliquely across Plato; another which traverses Phocylides; and a fourth that has manifestly modified the mountain arm north of Cichus.
Byers elevated his shaggy eyebrows in surprise. "Ye see," said the tanner in a confidential undertone, "sence Birt hev stole that thar grant, I kin argufy ez he mought steal su'thin' else, an' I ain't ekal ter keepin' up a spry lookout on things, an' bein' partic'lar 'bout the count o' the hides an' sech. I can't feel easy with sech a mischeevious scamp around."
She say she air feared I'll shoot my head off, an' she don't want no boys, 'thout heads, jouncin' round her house shucks! Which way did Birt take, Mister Perkins? 'kase I be goin' ter ketch up." "He war headed fur that thar salt lick, whenst I las' seen him," replied the tanner; "ef ye stir yer stumps right lively, mebbe ye'll overhaul him yit." Rufe rose precipitately.
"It be mighty nigh bodaciously changed ter cinders!" exclaimed Birt, staring in amaze at the lustreless contents of the shovel from which every suggestion of golden glimmer had faded. "What do it be, ef 'tain't gold?" "Iron pyrites," said the professor. "'Fools' gold, it is often called."
The stunned despair in the white face had at last arrested his careless attention. "Don't ye be mindin' of me I feel sorter porely an' sick all of a suddint; tell on 'bout the land an' sech," said Birt. He sat down on the end of the wood-pile, and Tim, still leaning on the rifle, recommenced. He was generally much cowed and kept down by Nate, and was unaccustomed to respect and consideration.
It lies on the W. side of the meridian passing through the formation, and extends from the N. side of Rhaeticus to the mountain-land lying between Ukert and Hyginus on the N. Birt likened these rills to "an inverted river system," a comparison which will commend itself to most observers who have seen them on a good night, for in many instances they appear to become wider and deeper as they approach higher ground.
He would destroy it he would tear it into bits, and cast it to the turbulent mountain winds. It was not his, to be sure. But was it justly Nate's? he had no right to enter the land down the ravine. And so Birt argued with his conscience. Now wherever Conscience calls a halt, it is no place for Reason to debate the question. The way ahead is no thoroughfare.
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